Artist/Band:
Meek Mill
Lyrics for Song: Everyday
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Meek Mill
[Intro:]
N*gga ain't countin' money no more.
If it ain't right, it ain't right
Zip the bag up.
MMG
Drop it right there.
Maybach music.
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got these n*ggas hatin' on me
But I don't give a f*ck, because they b*tches waiting on me
I'm just counting all this money, and buying all these Hammers
So when these n*ggas play, I let my shooters go bananas
Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster
My b*tch got on that sh*t, she got a million dollar sponsor
These n*ggas getting sick, somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her
I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada
Fly as hell in YSL cause boy I got a lot of 'em
Madre and cabanas, that's where they probably find us
Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I spoil them b*tches, I employ them n*ggas
Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue
F*ck with a winner, minks in the winner
Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that n*gga
Yo n*ggas hatin', my n*ggas ballin'
Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles
My b*tch is patient, yo b*tch is boring
F*cked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young n*gga, lotta cash, bad b*tch, lotta ass
Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and
These n*ggas is kinda nice, which means that they kinda ass
I be on all kinds of sh*t, boy I get all kinds of cash
Monday I'ma wear my J's, Tuesday in my Prada bag
Wednesday I go Louboutin, they say "How you been?" I say "Doing fine"
B*tch I ball hard like 2 Lebrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie
I'm Superman, my b*tch is super fly
I make a hater wanna kill hisself, suicide
A n*gga play with me? He know it's do or die
Cause I got a big Mac, and that b*tch be super sized
Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred jewels
'Bout to f*ck a hundred hoes, all them b*tches coming soon
Tell 'em that I'm comin' now, tell 'em I'ma come in cool
Boy my sh*t be super hot, I name my album summer June
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I spoil them b*tches, I employ them n*ggas
Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue
F*ck with a winner, minks in the winner
Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that n*gga
Yo n*ggas hatin', my n*ggas ballin'
Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles
My b*tch is patient, yo b*tch is boring
F*cked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose
He said that that workin', I was like "okay"
She say give me money, I was like "no way"
She got mad and text my phone, it ain't no work if it ain't no pay
I'm like be gone b*tch, be gone b*tch
I pop a perc, turn on my own switch
Them b*tches ain't on that, n*gga cause they on this
You put 'em on money, I put 'em on d*ck, really though
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I spoil them b*tches, I employ them n*ggas
Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue
F*ck with a winner, minks in the winner
Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that n*gga
Yo n*ggas hatin', my n*ggas ballin'
Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles
My b*tch is patient, yo b*tch is boring
F*cked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning
Can I ask a favor?
Please embrace that n*gga to just step on out
Why fight it?
You're doing yourself a de-service.
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