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meek mill – the corner lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
m-m-m-m-a
no, no, no, no, no, no
these hoes, they like n-ggas 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 n-gga, i flex, look at my neck
look at my b-tch, look at my wrist, got these n-ggas upset
who you know blow a mill? don’t even think twice, no sweat
and these hoes around me?
you don’t f-ck, you don’t give them no check
cause ya’ll n-ggas lame as f-ck, 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 mothaf-cker like angel dust
start the rolls royce with the angel up
all these n-ggas 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 -ss 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, n-ggas is jealous, just look at your face
3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you n-ggas is late
like hold up, hold up, i done made a million on that corner
i bought some c0ke 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 n-gga like you, you wouldn’t even get the c-ck
get my money dolo, i just need some help to count it
i’m the richest n-gga outta dayton-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 n-ggas, let ’em know my shop reopened
we rockin’ everything, till i’m right back on the top
nasdaq hustle b-tch, come get your -ss in stocks

[hook]

[outro: rick ross]
ugh, double m, bang!

- meek mill lyrics

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