Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Off The Corner lyrics

M-m-m-m-a no, no, no, no, no, no
These hoes - they like
Niggas that spend money, not talk about it
If you ain't gonna get the
Money then watcha gonna do? Hey!

I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that
I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner

Young rich nigga, I flex, look at my neck
Look at my bitch, look at my wrist
Got these niggas upset
Who you know blow a mill?
Don't even think twice, no sweat
And these hoes around me? You don't fuck
You don't give them no check
Cause ya'll niggas lame as fuck
None of these chumps can hang with us
All these chains getting tangled up
And my clique armed and dangerous
And we'll flame you up
You get smoked mothafucker like angel dust
Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up
All these niggas on angel bruh
But I got stripes like a bengal does
And my wrist look like the flash on
Come that ho and bring that ass on
So I can beat it up like you stole something
Might pop a perk, go mad long like skrrt
Been through your hood in a
Wraith, niggas is jealous
Just look at your face
357 get put in your place
Follow my lead all you niggas is late
Like hold up, hold up
I done made a million on that corner
I bought some coke but
Couldn't deal with Arizona
Them yellow diamonds looking
Clearer than Corona
And if they act like they ain't with it

I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
Made a million on that corner
I made a million on that
I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner

I'm on the corner gettin' cake
I'm talkin' like it's 88
Givenchy all I really play
Kingpin status when I swerve up on the block
A nigga like you
You wouldn't even get to cop
Get my money dolo
I just need some help to count it
I'm the richest nigga
Outta Dade-Broward County
Feds know my game, they keep it raw
We all at odds repossess my Lambo cause they
Wanna build a charge when they got my Chevy
Got it runnin' like it's 'sposed to
Hit up on my niggas
Let 'em know my shop reopened
We rockin' everything
Till I'm right back on the top
Nasdaq hustle bitch
Come get your ass some stocks

I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
Made a million on that corner
I made a million on that
I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner
Ugh, Double M, bang!