Meek Mill - I’m So Fly lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - I’m So Fly lyrics]
Jjj-Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Grand Hustle nigga, money
You know me I'm so fly
Be looking like money everytime I ride by
Got them benjies in my pocket
And money on my mind
If it ain't about no paper
Then it ain't about I
Cause I get, get, get it, money I get
I step up in the club
I be feeling like I'm Meech
When I be in the hood
I be probably with your bitch
You know she probably on my tip
Because I'm probably the shit
Listen I'm a ball 'till I fall
Spend it like I print it
Got shawty in the low
Cause I get, get, get it
Don't worry 'bout it
I probably just hit it
I ain't stubborn with them hoes
You can have her back nigga
I'm a boss, shit everything I does I do
I don't even wanna buy it
If I can't cop two if ain't about no paper
Then it ain't about who
Ain't about I, cause I be on my grind
I'm a trap-a-holic my niggas be balling
You niggas be frauding
I spit like I'm retarted
You niggas know the deal i be riding martian
Pull up in a spaceship
Shit on you like a toilet
Them bitches be like ew
Them haters gotta smell my shit
Red horse on my shirt
Red stripes on my Knicks
Put That Porsche shit to Work
Boxster five percent
Slide through your hood Like hater was good!?
I say I got my first bit of
Money thought I knew it all
Went to MIA south beach blew it all
Came back to the hood trapping super hard
Super down look at me now Superstar
In that black on black Charger rims soy sauce
Bunch of diamonds in my
Chain the wrist Audemars
Bitches give me head and tail
Like a quarter toss
Cause I just signed to grand hustle
I'm for sure to ball
I say we be the freshest jewlery be vvs'n
Caddy be dts'n like Khaled shit we the best
And I tell them hoes I don't
Wanna talk just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can't see the weapons
But I be GT repping Grand Hustle the muscle
No we don't love these whores I
Jus love wen I fuck 'em
No I don't tuck 'em nor do
I love em or cuff 'em
I jus hit 'em and split 'em
Pass 'em off to my cousin
Grand Hustle nigga, money
You know me I'm so fly
Be looking like money everytime I ride by
Got them benjies in my pocket
And money on my mind
If it ain't about no paper
Then it ain't about I
Cause I get, get, get it, money I get
I step up in the club
I be feeling like I'm Meech
When I be in the hood
I be probably with your bitch
You know she probably on my tip
Because I'm probably the shit
Listen I'm a ball 'till I fall
Spend it like I print it
Got shawty in the low
Cause I get, get, get it
Don't worry 'bout it
I probably just hit it
I ain't stubborn with them hoes
You can have her back nigga
I'm a boss, shit everything I does I do
I don't even wanna buy it
If I can't cop two if ain't about no paper
Then it ain't about who
Ain't about I, cause I be on my grind
I'm a trap-a-holic my niggas be balling
You niggas be frauding
I spit like I'm retarted
You niggas know the deal i be riding martian
Pull up in a spaceship
Shit on you like a toilet
Them bitches be like ew
Them haters gotta smell my shit
Red horse on my shirt
Red stripes on my Knicks
Put That Porsche shit to Work
Boxster five percent
Slide through your hood Like hater was good!?
I say I got my first bit of
Money thought I knew it all
Went to MIA south beach blew it all
Came back to the hood trapping super hard
Super down look at me now Superstar
In that black on black Charger rims soy sauce
Bunch of diamonds in my
Chain the wrist Audemars
Bitches give me head and tail
Like a quarter toss
Cause I just signed to grand hustle
I'm for sure to ball
I say we be the freshest jewlery be vvs'n
Caddy be dts'n like Khaled shit we the best
And I tell them hoes I don't
Wanna talk just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can't see the weapons
But I be GT repping Grand Hustle the muscle
No we don't love these whores I
Jus love wen I fuck 'em
No I don't tuck 'em nor do
I love em or cuff 'em
I jus hit 'em and split 'em
Pass 'em off to my cousin