Everyday

I got these niggas hating on me, but

I don’t give a fuck

Because they bitches waiting for me,

I’m just counting all this money

And buying all these hammers

So when these niggas play

I let my shooters go bananas

Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster

My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor

These niggas getting sicker, somebody call the doctor

Cause all this blood dripping 20 racks

I Louis Vuitton that

I got dolce & gabana,

Gucci, Louie,

PradaFly as hell white socks boy,

I got a lot of…and cabanas, that’s where they’ll prolly find us…sayonara to your honor[Rick Ross]

I spoil them bitches,

I am play them niggas

Wipe my ass with them riches like it’s some toilet tissues

Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter

Feel the death of you millionaire,

Meek be that nigga

You niggas hating, my niggas balling

Popping fans counting dollars, buying them

Magnum bottles

My bitch is patient, your bitch is born

Fucked her that

Friday night, we both wake up on

Sunday morn’[Meek Mill]

Young nigga lot of cash, bad bitch lot of ass

Lamborghini kinda fast, it got his head…

Made me bring them sticks out,

AK with the…

These niggas is kinda nice, which means that they kinda act

I be on all kinds of shit, boy

I get all kinds of cash

Monday I’m wear

Jayz, Tuesday in my

Prada bagWednesday

I go Louis

Vuitton, and say how you’ve been

I say doing hard,

I go hard like 2

LeBronsI hit the booth, no …

I’m superman, my bitch is super fly

I make her head on wanna kill herself, suicide

A nigga play me, he know it’s do or die

Cause I got a big

Mac, in that bitch we super size

Rolling with our hundred group, boy

I got a hundred juice

Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all the bitches coming soon

Tell them that

I’m coming now, tell them

I’ma come.

Bought my

Chevy super hot,

I named her … summer juice[Rick Ross]

I spoil them bitches,

I am play them niggas

Wipe my ass with them riches like it’s some toilet tissues

Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter

Feel the death of you millionaire,

Meek be that nigga

You niggas hating, my niggas balling

Popping fans counting dollars, buying them

Magnum bottles

My bitch is patient, your bitch is born

Fucked her that

Friday night, we both wake up on

Sunday morn’[Meek Mill]

We got it …

Rose, … hose,

He said that …

I was like ok

She said give me money,

I was like no way

She got mad and touched my phone and ain’t no work giving in no pay

I’m like be gone bitch, be gone bitch

I pop a …turn on my …switch

Them bitches ain’t on that, nigga cause they on this

You put them on money and

I put them on dick[Rick Ross]

I spoil them bitches,

I am play them niggas

Wipe my ass with them riches like it’s some toilet tissues

Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter

Feel the death of you millionaire,

Meek be that nigga

You niggas hating, my niggas balling

Popping fans counting dollars, buying them

Magnum bottles

My bitch is patient, your bitch is born

Fucked her that

Friday night, we both wake up on

Sunday morn’