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Meek ain't countin' money no more. If it ain't right, it ain't right Zip the bag up. MMG Drop it right there. [Background female voice:] Maybach music. I got these niggas hating on me But I don't give a fuck Because they're bitches waiting on me I'm just countin' all this money And buyin' all these hammers, So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas. Dollars flashin' like a camera My whip sounds like a monster My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-sponsor These niggas gettin' sick Somebody call a doctor Cause all this blood's drippin' twenty racks on Louis Vuitton I got Dolce and Gabanna, Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta. My dream cabanas That's where they'll probably find us Tell me now the jail like sayonara to you others. Letras de canciones I spoil them bitches I employ them niggas. Wipe my ass with the riches Like they're some toilet tissue. Fuck with the winner Minx in a winner Philadelphia millionaire Meek be that nigga. Your niggas hatin' My niggas ballin', Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles, My bitch is patient Your bitch is boring, Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning. Young nigga, lot of cash Bad bitch, lotta ass, Lambourghini kinda fast It got these haters kinda mad Make me bring them sticks out AKA, look, they're comin' Them niggas 're 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 a wear my Jays, Tuesday, my Prada bag, Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton, And say: How you been? I say: Doin' fine. But that ball hard like two Lebrons I hit the booth with no shooting time I'm Superman My bitch is superfly I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide That nigga play at me He knows it's do-or-die Cause I got a big Mac And that bitch, be super-sized. Rollin with a hundred goons Boy I got a hundred jewls Bout to fuck a hundred hoes All them bitches coming soon. Tell 'em I am coming now Tell 'em I am coming, cool. Buy my shit, it's superhot I named my album 'Summer June' I spoil them bitches I employ them niggas. Wipe my ass with the riches Like they're some toilet tissue. Fuck with the winner Minx in a winner Philadelphia millionaire Meek be that nigga. Your niggas hatin' My niggas ballin', Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles, My bitch is patient Your bitch is boring, Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning. Bugatti and Rosay Bout to meet Jose He said 'Did that work', And I was like 'OK' She said 'Give me money' I was like 'No way' She got mad and touched my phone Said, 'It ain't no work if it ain't no pay'. I'm like 'Be gone, bitch Be gone, bitch.' I'll pop the guard Turn on my On switch. Them bitches ain't on that Nigga, cause they're on this You put more money in, I put more money in. I spoil them bitches I employ them niggas. Wipe my ass with the riches Like they're some toilet tissue. Fuck with the winner Minx in a winner Philadelphia millionaire Meek be that nigga. Your niggas hatin' My niggas ballin', Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles, My bitch is patient Your bitch is boring, Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning. Can I ask a favor? Please embrace the fact that Meek is just that boy now Why fight it? You're doing yourself the service. From Letras Mania