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meek mill - i'm leanin' lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
studies say humans forget 90% of their dream
upon the first 10 minutes of waking
cardo on the beat
they say most people don’t even remember
99% of the dreams they ever even had
cardo on the beat
as dream chasers we’re the exception

[verse 1: meek mill]
hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
quarter mil for the mulsanne, flex
all my n-ggas gon’ cash checks
and all y’all n-ggas look mad stressed
and we ain’t even made n-ggas mad yet
cause next time i grab, i’m a grab jet
i might go bugatti, with a bad b-tch beside me
n-gga hotter than wasabi, get that -ss wet
young n-ggas going hard in the streets
we ain’t ever know to call the police
got birds for the twenty five k
sounds like a bargain to me
young n-ggas getting money
in the bent, leather looking like spalding to me
and i don’t know what no line look like
hundred bad b-tches gettin’ all in with me
get ’em all in for free
started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock
and now i got a lot of cars
if a n-gga talk the foreigns, got a car lot
and everybody talkin’ money
but they ain’t showing numbers like the call block
and all i do is count money
f-ck pretty -ss hoes, and car shop

[chorus: meek mill]
yeah n-gga i’m leanin’, leanin’
young rich n-gga, i’m leanin’
puffin’ on strong, getting gold, bad b-tches
looking like nia long i mean it
n-gga i’m leanin’, leanin’
young rich n-gga, i’m leanin’
sippin’ on promethazine that n-gga
my team got money all season
n-gga i’m leanin’

[verse 2: travis scott]
mmm, leanin’ — d-mn near spilled my s-m-n (straight up)
had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife
d-mn near see my demons (la flame!)
loose furs, hyenas
for the love of money and selena
vatos losing their nerves, bird n-ggas on the curbs
and let ’em pull up and do the macarena (skrt)
h-town n-gga spilled peach crush on my jeans (nope)
never go far with no b-tch with no condoms
unless they can cover the lease on my bimmer (straight up)
ahh, you know, louboutins don’t touch my hoes (la flame)
let’s go down in ibiza town
we get cold, you don’t need no coat
motherf-cker, i’m leanin’ (dope)
don’t talk to me, couple street n-ggas
think twice before crossing me (oh no)
meek, these n-ggas sh-t can’t last that long
why these motherf-ckers keep bothering me (straight up)
i’m leanin’, for a minute you had me
then the second i caught it when it p-ssed me
oh no (straight up)
somebody p-ss me a blunt and a double world cup
motherf-cker, motherf-cker…

[outro: birdman & meek mill]
yeah, straight levels to this life n-gga
[?] or nothin’
see we started trap before we was rap
and then we was, trappin’ at rap
shining on these hoes, high life
this what we live now
blowin’ out the pop
italian on the floor n-gga
you understand me
stepping onto a mil n-gga
they say money rule the world, you can’t pay god with it
step your game up n-gga
or lose your b-tch n-gga
it’s just that simple

[outro 2: diddy]
yeah, we dreamchasers
we out there gettin’ this money
so you can’t f-ck with everybody
cause everybody ain’t at you motherf-cking level
so the motherf-ckers that don’t understand you
they wind up motherf-cking hating you
so you know what you gotta do
you gotta hate those motherf-ckers too
f-ck them n-ggas
f-ck they motherf-cking mommas
they daddies, they aunts, they uncles
and they little tee tees, too
ayo, suck a d-ck
meek mill, let’s get it

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