Everyday

[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.