Meek Mill – Young & Wealthy Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Diamond in my chain, Whoopi Goldberg, black as shit

Black Breitling all on my wrist, bitch I’m Bernie Mackin’ it
Get some Geicko for that ho, before it be an accident
Cuz I be shitting on these niggas, like I took a laxative
I bring a bitch down, like I break a brick down
Chopper with a drum, ho 86 rounds
I could make it rain and make a hater sit down
And I ain’t trying to save no chick, I’m trying to make a bitch drown
And I be swimming all in that money, diving all in that paper
Black phantom with no tint, styling out on them haters
Your team vs my team, Cavaliers vs. Lakers
I make a movie all on your bitch, scream free TIP I take her

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
I said I’m turned up, maxed out
New money, but I just pulled a stash out
Huuuuh, couldn’t see me in a glass house
And my bitch way better than my last spouse
Hey, so tell me what you wanna do
Big bank take little bank
I’m Chase and bitch you are Wamu
I’m on some other shit, so can you please get off my stool
I am the man up in this bitch, I do it big, give me my room
Or I could give the business, but this right here is none of ya’ll
Nobody could fuck with me, it must be the nun in ya’ll
Watch me throw it up, throw it up cuz I can’t stomach ya’ll
I’m bout to take your bitch nigga and this is how I cum in her

Girl, I see you with your friends and youAnnotater ass out
Just left stage, bout to cash out
One more drink and I’ma pass out
Can’t nobody see me? It’s a blackout
Blackout, blackout, Blackout, blackout, Blackout
Can’t nobody see me? It’s a blackout
Blackout, blackout, Blackout, blackout, Blackout
If you getting money, pull your cash out!

[Verse 3: Tyga]
I brought the snapback back,Annotate snapback back
Man all these niggas foul like hack-a-Shaq
Nigga racks on racks my bitch ass so fat
Yo bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack
I make your dollars collapse trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle master splinter to rap
Suspend you like Urkel your body hanging from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks
All these bitches with these tassels on their titties tryna tax
I don't give a fuck if none of y'all don't rap
I could pull a bitch just turning my back
Who knew that, venus trap
Flyest nigga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?
I could pay your rent all year boy

Yo mama know, your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Bitch, your granny know nigga

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Snapback back put V.A. on the map
I'm a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my dick
Yeah them chickens giving me neck, nigga
You ain't talkin bout shit
Fuck your city, press eject
Too busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat -- Bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol
And fuck them old niggas -- Geritol
Hold up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won't even let me strap that tome
My condo ain't no hotter I be right at home
What you mean nigga I'm coherant
Steez out with my D out and you wonder
Why your shorty be disappearing
Ha-Ha I brought the snapback back
Last kings and them Ti$as yeah they sell like crack

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