Meek Mill

When I’m off in them trenches, I’m a hot boy like Turk

Never change on my roll dawgs

‘Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog

Uh, Lord knows I’m filthy rich

All this ice is like fifty bricks

Catch me, north side, with a dime ho

Turnt up, but I’m like keep calm ho

And the matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit

In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

Worrying about your followers, you need to get your dollars up

When I wake up, first thing on my mind is get this cake up

Staying on my grind and stack it straight up

We gon’ we gon’ we gon’ get this money

I’m about whatever man, fuck what they be talking ‘bout

Their opinion doesn’t count, we the only thing that matters

Awww, and we do it how we do it

I like my rosé red and my diamonds blue

Plus I keep I dime chick like 5 times 2

Ro-r-ro-r-rose

The name of the game

Get the change fuck the fame

If it ain’t about no money, I ain’t fucking with you gains

On the block running that rock like a b ball yard

I ain’t trying to be the hottest I’m trying to get my mind straight

Tony and Ty had big dreams of getting rich and although they grew up like brothers, when money and envy entered the equation, greed took over and loyalty went out the door.