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meek mill – bitches lyrics

[intro]
i know why you mad, nigga, yeah
i know why you mad, nigga
jahlil beats, holla at me!

[verse 1]
uh, i said my neck like “bling”
my wrist like “blaow”
these niggas jacking my flows and stealing my style
you niggas sounding so old, i’m looking like now
i’m ’bout to cop a bugatti, these niggas like “how?”
‘cuz i’m young and i get it
biggest p on my fitted
money knockin’, who is it?
my money come with them b-tches
’cause b-tches don’t come with money
niggas be looking funny
my bank account full of commas, and my pockets be full of hundreds
bounce with me, smoke an ounce with me
that nigga sellin’ bricks? tell him bring a house with it
my nigga like a wide receiver, run a route with it
he show you how to get it in and move it out with it
i say, all my niggas talk bricks
my dawgs don’t rap
i’m the only one spittin’, my dawgs sell crack
say, y’all talking that shit, oh i be in that trap
riding around with that mac, whoa

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ money, i’m f-cking hoes
i got a hoe that be on that f-cking pole
and she be on that f-ckin’ pole
and that mean that she f-ckin’ [?]

i like b-tches and money, i like money and b-tches
yeah she famous, we f-ckin, but it ain’t none of yo business
all these niggas be hatin’, i don’t f-ck with them niggas
i let them niggas keep hating, i keep on f-cking they b-tches, w-ssup

[verse 2]
i say b-tch shake that -ss, gone shake them titties
b-tch, shake that -ss like you work at magic city
she loving the crew, i ain’t talking ’bout drizzy
probably run with ovo, and i be in toronto city, whoa!

- meek mill lyrics

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