Meek Mill Lyrics - Fuck Bitches Get Money lyrics

Fuck Bitches Get Money lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Meek Mill:]
I said Im cooler than a fan fresh like its easter
Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister
Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers
I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her
Believe her
I dont do nothin Im a ball
Im a stand up nigga
I jump up everytime I fall
Everytime I lost
I came back like cook crack
Got my hand up in the game and I aint never look back
I said Im good
Im hood
I wish a nigga would
Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because
Cant shake em off for nothin
Dey be hatin but for what
Cause I aint even get a deal but
When I do they be like UHH!
Sick ya bitch all up on my dick
Cause you a bug
You a flee and Im a G
I aint no Crip I aint no Blood
But I dont bend no I dont budge
I keep dat semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I aint got that hazy
You know I got dat cush
Niggas rolling on that dirt b e smokin dat Reggie Bush
Said dey always speak my name
But when dey see me they never look
Cause they know I keep that flame
But hold up thats anotha book
I said them shooters on deck
Goonies over there
And dat aint even countin for tooly dat wear
I said dey bitches, pussy, coochie over there
So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here

[Gillie:]
E.A. dey dont pop, lock, and drop it
Round here in North Philly
Dey stop, cock, and pop it
Put you on your dyin bed
Leave you on dat lead dyin
Bust ya head up out that bread
A nigga bet not dare try it
Im a motherfuckin gangster
Spank you with that banger
Soak you with that toaster
You niggaz straight cho-cha
Pussy ass niggaz for tha hundred Ill soak ya
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Leave ya wet and gushy
Im messin with some rookies
My drop top ridin
And my glock cock ridin
And Im hangin out that window and I wont stop firenTil a nigga on the ground and he twitchin
I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop bitchin
His mama fillin reports da boy he missin
These niggas tellin lies they aint never sold a pigeon
Aint got to go to BET to see how Im livin
Just got to North Philly
And ask for that boy Gillie (dey gonna tell you hes a gangster)

[Oschino:]
Im Oschino
You know I got dem kilos
You know I got dat fish if you tryna find nemo
My glocks straight from consemos
Six feet p low you get d pro
If you try to burn me like dat bitch Yolanda do niggaz pee holes
Gucci frames dey shade my vision
Showin my dick like circumcision
Niggaz mad at me cause dey pockets flat like plasma televisions
Elevate mind he probably fucked her
I aint mad nigga dats whats up
Fuck dat bitch lets get deez bucks
I bout my green in God I trust
And trust I grind and coupes I drop
More hot on da block
Like when a cop get popped
Got it jumpin hoppin sc otch
Why you hit nigga where da choppaz chop
Standin tall as city hall
Get on his CD nigga naw
Weirdos I cant fuck with yall
Meek in his bag nigga Im in da broad
My young bulls clap like a applause
Be on ya ass like polo draws
Gettin dollaz go-go bars
Why you think we go so hard
Straight from da hood we dont kno no laws
All we kno is cars, broads, bars
Mounts oz, hard, weed in jars
Guns, vest
Hustle, rest, projects
Killin, shootin, lootin
We a mess
No rep I talk with a tec
Burn it down nigga dey correct
Go to war with da ATF