Meek Mill Off the corner текст песни, слова песни Off the corner Meek Mill
Meek Mill - Off the corner
M-m-m-m-a.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
These hoes, they like niggas that spend money, not talk about it.
If you ain't gonna get the money then watcha gonna do?.
Hey!
[Hook: Meek Mill]
I graduated from the streets, no diploma.
I made a million on that corner.
I mixed pedico with baking soda.
I made a million on that corner.
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner.
I made a million on that corner.
Graduated from the streets, no diploma.
I made a million on that corner.
I made a million on that, I made a million on that.
I made a million on that corner.
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Young rich nigga, I flex, look at my neck.
Look at my bitch, look at my wrist, got these niggas upset.
Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat.
And these hoes around me?
You don't fuck, you don't give them no check.
Cause ya'll niggas lame as fuck, none of these chumps can't hang with us.
All these chains getting tangled up.
And my clique armed and dangerous, and we'll flame you up.
You get smoked mothafucker like angel dust.
Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up.
All these niggas on angels bruh, but I got stripes like a bengal does.
And my wrist look like the flash on.
Come that ho and bring that ass on.
So I can beat it up like you stole something.
Might pop a purple, go mad long like skrrt.
Been through your hood in a wraith, niggas is jealous, just look at your face.
3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you niggas is late.
Like hold up, hold up, I done made a million on that corner.
I bought some coke but couldn't deal with Arizona.
Them yellow diamonds looking clearer than Corona.
And if they act like they ain't with it.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm on the corner gettin' cake.
I'm talkin' like it's 88.
Givenchy all I really play.
Kingpin status when I swerve up on the block.
A nigga like you, you wouldn't even get the cock.
Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it.
I'm the richest nigga outta Dade-Broward County.
Feds know my game, they keep it raw, we all at odds.
Repossess my Lambo cause they wanna build a charge.
When they got my Chevy, got it runnin' like it's 'sposed to.
Hit up on my niggas, let 'em know my shop reopened.
We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top.
Nasdaq hustle bitch, come get your ass in stocks.
[Hook]
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Ugh, Double M, bang!
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