Meek Mill - Niggas in Paris (Freestyle) lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Niggas in Paris Freestyle lyrics]
Ball so hard, muthafuckas wanna fine me
These niggas can’t find me
Cause I’m probably in the air
Cuttin’ through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in
Bitch nigga, we mobbin’
Rich nigga, we buyin’, any bitch we wanna
And it go ‘room when I hit
That corner in a batmobile
Strapped for real, bullets hit ya head
Make ya head go still
Niggas always ask why you rap so real
Cause I be in the trap sellin’ crack on pills
Got them racks on ill, money so sick
I don’t give a fuck who you run and go get
Ross bought a boat cause I wanna go fish
With his all yellow Rollie got
These niggas so pissed
Shittin’ on these niggas where my toilet
Jordan’s, you ain't never seen
‘em cause I’m ballin’
Boy the shit I'm spitting be so retarded
Cause I don’t even write I’m just recording
Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot
I ain't even have to hit the bank
I bought this shit from a few shows
With a new ho in my view so
Beautiful, I see a few hoes
Anchorman, that forecast
I say it’s coming and they move the snow
Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho
(Nicki tho) i said could ya keep a
Secret just like Vicki tho
I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho
Told her she can kiss my neck but
Just don’t give me no hickies ho
Cause my baby momma be trippin’
All these wheels I be whippin’
All this paper I be gettin’
I be dunkin on ‘em: Blake Griffin
Nigga, I got now, you got no!
No W’s for the loser’s tho
All this ice like a jewelry show
Ride through slow like a funeral
Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
Let me take ‘em way back
Thinkin' like ’86, all eyes on me
When I step up in the
Club I'm feelin’ like Rich
Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch
Don’t touch that work, I order that shit
I wouldn’t give a damn, what corner that is
If they cop that work
I'm goin’ to that bitch
Wit’ a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope
Crack
Drop it right on ‘em like "hold that"
Feds takin’ pictures like Kodak
Tappin’ my phone, watching my home
They watchin’ me and I’m watching the throne?
She suckin’ me and I’m watching the dome
Perc in my system and I’m in the zone, yeah
I’m gettin’ gone
Phantom, Ghost, like I'm chasin' Pacman
All this money on my mind
You see it in my catscan nigga
These niggas can’t find me
Cause I’m probably in the air
Cuttin’ through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in
Bitch nigga, we mobbin’
Rich nigga, we buyin’, any bitch we wanna
And it go ‘room when I hit
That corner in a batmobile
Strapped for real, bullets hit ya head
Make ya head go still
Niggas always ask why you rap so real
Cause I be in the trap sellin’ crack on pills
Got them racks on ill, money so sick
I don’t give a fuck who you run and go get
Ross bought a boat cause I wanna go fish
With his all yellow Rollie got
These niggas so pissed
Shittin’ on these niggas where my toilet
Jordan’s, you ain't never seen
‘em cause I’m ballin’
Boy the shit I'm spitting be so retarded
Cause I don’t even write I’m just recording
Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot
I ain't even have to hit the bank
I bought this shit from a few shows
With a new ho in my view so
Beautiful, I see a few hoes
Anchorman, that forecast
I say it’s coming and they move the snow
Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho
(Nicki tho) i said could ya keep a
Secret just like Vicki tho
I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho
Told her she can kiss my neck but
Just don’t give me no hickies ho
Cause my baby momma be trippin’
All these wheels I be whippin’
All this paper I be gettin’
I be dunkin on ‘em: Blake Griffin
Nigga, I got now, you got no!
No W’s for the loser’s tho
All this ice like a jewelry show
Ride through slow like a funeral
Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
Let me take ‘em way back
Thinkin' like ’86, all eyes on me
When I step up in the
Club I'm feelin’ like Rich
Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch
Don’t touch that work, I order that shit
I wouldn’t give a damn, what corner that is
If they cop that work
I'm goin’ to that bitch
Wit’ a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope
Crack
Drop it right on ‘em like "hold that"
Feds takin’ pictures like Kodak
Tappin’ my phone, watching my home
They watchin’ me and I’m watching the throne?
She suckin’ me and I’m watching the dome
Perc in my system and I’m in the zone, yeah
I’m gettin’ gone
Phantom, Ghost, like I'm chasin' Pacman
All this money on my mind
You see it in my catscan nigga