Meek Mill - Big Freestyle lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Big Freestyle lyrics]
It's big business, big bills
And big choppers
Cherry red Challenger looking like a lobster
All black D's on it hoes holler
Sliding through your area why
Is they comparing us i'm serious
Number on my check look like a serial
And I still got the
Block jumping Shawn Marion
I see a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airing them
He don't dig me where I'm coming
From we just bury him
We count money fuck bitches go super hard
Laid back Maybach looking like a superstar
Diamonds on my neck shining
Like a shooting star
Thirty in my clip it got me
Feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
Two fourties give a nigga eighty like Shockey
Pull up in the hood four door Maserati
Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi copy
I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In a million dollar crib eating
On strip and broccoli
Watch me, Philadel Flyer no hockey
Tell your chick to google me she can dot com
She ain't got to chase me
Just tell her Myspace me
And maybe she can find me so
I can get behind it told her I got a deal so
Now she drove me like sloppy
Got the goons on deck they
Ride hard like Kawasaki
Swag so sick my money is the medicine
Stunting on you rookie ass
Niggas like a veteran
Still do my thing while I'm
Watching for the letter man
Had to kick the door down them
Pussies wouldn't let me in
I here now I said I'm here now
Had to kick the door down them
Pussies wouldn't let me in
Meek Milly nigga what what
I'm getting money like a mother fucker
Windows darker than the bitch but I can see
I got everything you got nothing that's why
Your bitch be all over me
And big choppers
Cherry red Challenger looking like a lobster
All black D's on it hoes holler
Sliding through your area why
Is they comparing us i'm serious
Number on my check look like a serial
And I still got the
Block jumping Shawn Marion
I see a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airing them
He don't dig me where I'm coming
From we just bury him
We count money fuck bitches go super hard
Laid back Maybach looking like a superstar
Diamonds on my neck shining
Like a shooting star
Thirty in my clip it got me
Feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
Two fourties give a nigga eighty like Shockey
Pull up in the hood four door Maserati
Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi copy
I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In a million dollar crib eating
On strip and broccoli
Watch me, Philadel Flyer no hockey
Tell your chick to google me she can dot com
She ain't got to chase me
Just tell her Myspace me
And maybe she can find me so
I can get behind it told her I got a deal so
Now she drove me like sloppy
Got the goons on deck they
Ride hard like Kawasaki
Swag so sick my money is the medicine
Stunting on you rookie ass
Niggas like a veteran
Still do my thing while I'm
Watching for the letter man
Had to kick the door down them
Pussies wouldn't let me in
I here now I said I'm here now
Had to kick the door down them
Pussies wouldn't let me in
Meek Milly nigga what what
I'm getting money like a mother fucker
Windows darker than the bitch but I can see
I got everything you got nothing that's why
Your bitch be all over me