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The Trillest

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2016-12-29

  The Trillest - Meek Mill

  Was the money good

  Was em bitches bad

  Was them fuckin' good

  Did your hood show you love

  Did the hoes say you fly

  If your friends say you're loyal throw your rollies in the sky

  For the trillest

  For the trillest

  As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

  And the lights shine bright every night that plug

  For the trillest

  See my momma cry too many tears

  And we been broke like too many years

  It ain't too many kids a couple homies there ain't too many there

  And they all gotta eat they got too many kids

  To many kids with no fathers doing too many bids

  Too many bids just gave 'em kids too many years

  As soon as you get that money that's sooner they appear

  So may young some as soon as you share

  And yeah I've been losin' touch with my family it ain't the same

  I should've gave my sister some money but I made it rain

  I should've hit the crib with my son and play a game

  But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain

  It's saying saying when you make money it make you change

  Like four quarters the fourth quarter I made a lane

  Shit I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains

  And takin' planes I put the work in and made a name

  But the question is

  Was the money good

  Was them bitches bad

  Was they fuckin' good

  Did your hood show you love

  Did the hoes say you fly

  If your friends say you're loyal throw your rollies in the sky

  For the trillest

  For the trillest

  As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

  And the lights shine bright every night that plug for the trillest

  I never wanted to be like mike

  I wanted to be like mitch

  Now all the lil niggas wanna be like this

  I wear my chain in any city let you see my shit

  Cause I earned that it's on me i'mma keep that shit

  I got blood on my money ether in my soul

  Do you know the feeling durin' easter with no clothes

  Now it's stars in the ceiling bringing ether out the rose

  With the curtains on the windows I'm just peepin' at my ghost

  Money made me iller already was realer

  Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla

  That's why I ride around mac on me like I was miller

  Or reggie when I shoot for that three

  They drop fetty that's good money

  Come to my city we talk heavy and die young

  When we get some paper we cop prezis 20 inch rims

  For the dope boy sellin' that coke boy trappin' on your note boy

  Got that off money fuck I need a note for

  In them school hallways like fuck I need a note for

  We ain't wanna go to class was sellin' coke raw

  The principal was coppa too hit him with a snowball

  Was the money good

  Was them bitches bad

  Was they fuckin' good

  Did your hood show you love

  Did the hoes say you fly

  If your friends say you're loyal throw your rollies in the sky

  For the trillest

  For the trillest

  As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

  And the lights shine bright every night that plug for the trillest

  Lookin' for that intro

  I was at the dealer lookin' for another benzo match

  Kicks with my kenzo young nigga

  Heart of a lion hungry as hippo

  When I was on my last nobody ain't tell me shit though

  Flow slicker than crisco niggas talkin' I get low

  Do my thing they jump back know how that shit go

  And they still say I'm arrogant

  I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus

  When I get that money like

  I married it 1 milly 2 milly 3 milly

  Buried it since they say

  I'm underground I run that bitch like

  Harriet rolls royce pushin' real slow like a chariot

  Pull up on 'em niggas that got to me shit

  Embarrassin' i'mma real nigga with money never trash it

  You a fake niggas with money it's no comparison

  Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it

  And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'

  They told me that I couldn't be trap I started trappin' it

  Never listen to 'em oh well shit is immaculate

  I'mma just go sit up in this back again

  Smoke the weed and laugh at 'em

  Make a couple million by accident

  Couple niggas dropped on twitter say they back again

  Couple months later on twitter they say us laxative shitted on 'em

  Nicky voice did it on 'em benjamins plently of 'em

  Benjamins semi on 'em a many

  On a- whole 'nother level from before now

  Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down

  When I made my first mil I was like it's on now

  Then I made my second mil money on the floor now

  Then I made my third mil I'm like I need more now

  I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down

  Every time I hit the booth microphone torn down

  We couldn't get a pair of pumas we up in the store now bitches

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