Meek Mill - In A Minute lyrics

[Meek Mill - In A Minute lyrics]

Brrt killerdelphia
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy) uh

Shit is crazy, when I look at my sons
I see a God
Can't complain when my niggas ain't
Livin' and we alive
Charlie thought I would make it without him
Nigga's surprised
At the Grammys lookin' down from the stage
Right in his eyes
I told Chino he should stay
Out them trenches, but, he decided
To play them corners
I check up on him 'cause we gon' ride
Slidin' around in a brand new
Phantom with three 45s two F&Ns
A small percentage that we gon' die
This bulletproof forever, my mom sleep better
So, she don't cry
This shit we smoke make my mind think better
So, we get high
I'm never puttin' these thots
On my girl level so, she ain't mine
And if a thottie ever told you I love her
Then, she a lie
'Member I was tellin' niggas
"Stack that paper, fuck gettin' fly"
'Member I was tellin' niggas
"Come get these millions
Fuck gettin' by"
Now, my homies gettin' clutch on each other
It's gettin' now, my homies ain't even
Trustin' each other, i swear to God
Black and jews protect my freedom
'cause I'm rich like that
Bulletproof, I'm in the trenches
'cause it gets like that
I had to cut them thotties off, I said
"I gets right back"
Soon as my dawg went in her
DM, that bitch hit right back, facts
I never wanted to be this rich, quarantine, I
Got three hundred all on my wrist, yeah
Quarantine, I'm mixin' noodles up
With the fish, yeah
And only thing you can say I
Failed was a piss test
Diamonds shine like the Holy Grail
And all my shit wet
And all of these niggas know me well
Ho, wait, no bitch pressed
Ho try fuck my whole shit
Up 'cause that bitch pressed
She downgraded and I upgraded to big jet
Told 'em when they booked my jet
I need two stewardess
They know what I'm spendin' on them things
Say how's you doin' this?
50k take off today, these prices ludicrous
I could've bought two chains with that
Don't know where my future is
My shit WHAM like Baby out here
My older knew his shit
Got to keep a gunner with twenty-one shots
Duck down and shoot some shit
Free my slimes, free my opps
I rep' that 18 in baguettes
'cause that's my truest block
And I can't trust you
I can't tell you tell the truth or not
I been too busy freein' these jails
Ain't been in the booth a lot
They gave my dawg life in the cell
He got to do
He say he pray five times a day
And I'm gon' scoop him out watch me
Richard on my wrist cost a new Bugatti
All these billionaires around me
It feel like the 'lluminati
Bad bitch, that pussy wet, I'm slippin'
I could sue somebody
I can't bring my shooters 'round me, yeah
They be tryna shoot somebody
Yeah, I see your, "RIP" on the 'Gram, but
What you do about it?
Let them niggas line your mans and
You had knew about it
And when it come to holdin' that water
I'm turnin' blue about it
Get some money and then they problems
They come to you about it
Red light, catch a nigga at that red light
Go crazy on this window with
That glizzy with that flashlight
For times that got dark
Shit I went through in my past life
And this bitch still goin' hard like I
Ain't make five million last night
And I ain't talkin' 'bout other finesse
I'm talkin' 'bout my deal
And it's crazy 'cause I done investments
To clear out all my bills
I get lazy, I let my cash work for my cash
I want to chill
My four pockets still be filled
And I got ties for real
I'll be back in a minute
Switchy on that Glicky

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