ANH, Meek Mill, Black Deniro - Fuck Bitches Get Money lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[ANH, Meek Mill, Black Deniro - Fuck Bitches Get Money lyrics]
Fuck bitches, get money
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB
Meek Milly is back
And I just kill a whole beat
Like I’m a heart attack
In my hood I’m an artifact
But the coppers want to arrest
Him like a cardiac
So I'mma Dodge 'em like a Charger, Magnum
Or Viper your bitch need service
I’m the plumber that will pipe her
I spit game to em like I’m in the cypher
That’s why I knock em down
Like the bowling alley, strikers
And I be shitting on niggas like a diaper
The way I kill shit, shit I should be a lifer
They say my bars be on point like a sniper
Just call me Malvo, I’m strapped liked Velcro
My gat got hollows all up in the head rest
Oh that’s your girl? Give her here
I could care less know how I’m riding
If I got her Imma share that
Got blood diamonds in my chain
Just call me redneck
Fuck bitches, get money
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB
Watch how I drop on this one
Top dog that’s my position
100 shots that’s spitting
Trust me I am not gon miss em
Ain’t had no pot to piss in
So I just broke down pigeons
Put my youngins on missions
Gave em jobs and had em shifting
We had them sort of sniffing
Chop a bag and deliver
If you want it you get it
I don’t just talk it I live it
You do rap for a living, I do rap for a hobby
Put my name in your rap and watch
How I catch a new body
If the labels don’t sign me, I ain’t crying
On ryan i just hit my connect and get
Some more brick on consignment
He know I run right through it
You know that’s how I do it
You see them FA troopers
Get to moving cause they shooting
I got homies like Diddy
And my nigga Meek Milly
If they come along with me
Trust me it’s not gon be pretty
Know I rep for my city
That’s the city of Philly
Get money, fuck bitches
You try me I’ll show you this milly
Fuck bitches, get money
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB
I got my seat laid back, I’m chilling
Strapped with a mac in the back of the will
Use two hands when I’m clapping it still
Got a pack full of crack and
A pack full of pills
Because we hustle for the muscle
Could get clapped in the back for the scrill
Came back and he back for the thrill
Yeah came back and he back for the thrill
I’m in my brown paper bag
And I think I’m taking over
See my fridge and freezer empty
But this ice and baking soda
So we take it to the plot
Chop it up and make them boulders
Shouts out to the fiends that paid us
Shouts out to the fiends that owe us
CH, we sliding through
On some shit that’s Windex blue
And the windows tinted too
So the haters can’t see through
I be in the projects too
Posted up right in the circle
If you think of coming through then
Them boys will probably hurt you
Time is my money dog, so every minute man
That money money calling
Fucking up my minute plan
I’m on my shit again
You know what time it is
You want the streets, turn out no P
You want no drama kid
Fuck bitches, get money
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB
Meek Milly is back
And I just kill a whole beat
Like I’m a heart attack
In my hood I’m an artifact
But the coppers want to arrest
Him like a cardiac
So I'mma Dodge 'em like a Charger, Magnum
Or Viper your bitch need service
I’m the plumber that will pipe her
I spit game to em like I’m in the cypher
That’s why I knock em down
Like the bowling alley, strikers
And I be shitting on niggas like a diaper
The way I kill shit, shit I should be a lifer
They say my bars be on point like a sniper
Just call me Malvo, I’m strapped liked Velcro
My gat got hollows all up in the head rest
Oh that’s your girl? Give her here
I could care less know how I’m riding
If I got her Imma share that
Got blood diamonds in my chain
Just call me redneck
Fuck bitches, get money
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB
Watch how I drop on this one
Top dog that’s my position
100 shots that’s spitting
Trust me I am not gon miss em
Ain’t had no pot to piss in
So I just broke down pigeons
Put my youngins on missions
Gave em jobs and had em shifting
We had them sort of sniffing
Chop a bag and deliver
If you want it you get it
I don’t just talk it I live it
You do rap for a living, I do rap for a hobby
Put my name in your rap and watch
How I catch a new body
If the labels don’t sign me, I ain’t crying
On ryan i just hit my connect and get
Some more brick on consignment
He know I run right through it
You know that’s how I do it
You see them FA troopers
Get to moving cause they shooting
I got homies like Diddy
And my nigga Meek Milly
If they come along with me
Trust me it’s not gon be pretty
Know I rep for my city
That’s the city of Philly
Get money, fuck bitches
You try me I’ll show you this milly
Fuck bitches, get money
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB
I got my seat laid back, I’m chilling
Strapped with a mac in the back of the will
Use two hands when I’m clapping it still
Got a pack full of crack and
A pack full of pills
Because we hustle for the muscle
Could get clapped in the back for the scrill
Came back and he back for the thrill
Yeah came back and he back for the thrill
I’m in my brown paper bag
And I think I’m taking over
See my fridge and freezer empty
But this ice and baking soda
So we take it to the plot
Chop it up and make them boulders
Shouts out to the fiends that paid us
Shouts out to the fiends that owe us
CH, we sliding through
On some shit that’s Windex blue
And the windows tinted too
So the haters can’t see through
I be in the projects too
Posted up right in the circle
If you think of coming through then
Them boys will probably hurt you
Time is my money dog, so every minute man
That money money calling
Fucking up my minute plan
I’m on my shit again
You know what time it is
You want the streets, turn out no P
You want no drama kid
Fuck bitches, get money
Get money and fuck bitches
You know that I’m a G, I’m a G
Get money, get money and fuck bitches
You know it’s MOB