Meek Mill - The Trillest lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - The Trillest lyrics]
Was the money good?
Was 'em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did
The hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your Rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night
They applaud for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies
There ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat
They got too many kids
Too many kids with no fathers
Doing too many bids too many bids
Judge gave them kids too many years
As soon as you get that money
That's as soon they appear
Assuming you 'em owe something
They assuming you’ll share
And yeah, I've been losin'
Touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money
But I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my
Son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the
Jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying when you make
Money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter
I make a lane shit, I had to walk for it
They talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes
I put the work in and made the name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did
The hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your Rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night
They applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike
I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city
Let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, it's on me
I'mma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin'
Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling
Bringing ether out the Rolls
With the curtains on the windows
I'm just peekin' at my goals
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around Mac on
Me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper
We cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy
Trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money
Fuck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways
"fuck I need a note for!?"
We ain't wanna go to class
We was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too
Hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did
The hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your Rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night
They applaud for the trillest
Lookin' for the intro i was at the dealer
Lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last
Nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin'
I get low do my thing, they jump back
Know how that shit go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground
I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me
Shit embarrassin'
I'mma real nigga with money
Never cherish it
You a fake niggas with money
It's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed
When I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do
Songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn’t be trapper
I started trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well
Shit is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter
They say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter
They say us laxative
Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice
Did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins
Semi on him and he on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a
Hundred mil it's going down
When I made my first mil
I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil
Money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil
I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and
That money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth
Microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas
We up in the store now, bitches!
Was 'em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did
The hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your Rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night
They applaud for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies
There ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat
They got too many kids
Too many kids with no fathers
Doing too many bids too many bids
Judge gave them kids too many years
As soon as you get that money
That's as soon they appear
Assuming you 'em owe something
They assuming you’ll share
And yeah, I've been losin'
Touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money
But I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my
Son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the
Jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying when you make
Money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter
I make a lane shit, I had to walk for it
They talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes
I put the work in and made the name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did
The hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your Rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night
They applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike
I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city
Let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, it's on me
I'mma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin'
Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling
Bringing ether out the Rolls
With the curtains on the windows
I'm just peekin' at my goals
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around Mac on
Me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper
We cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy
Trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money
Fuck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways
"fuck I need a note for!?"
We ain't wanna go to class
We was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too
Hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did
The hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your Rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night
They applaud for the trillest
Lookin' for the intro i was at the dealer
Lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last
Nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin'
I get low do my thing, they jump back
Know how that shit go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground
I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me
Shit embarrassin'
I'mma real nigga with money
Never cherish it
You a fake niggas with money
It's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed
When I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do
Songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn’t be trapper
I started trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well
Shit is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter
They say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter
They say us laxative
Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice
Did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins
Semi on him and he on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a
Hundred mil it's going down
When I made my first mil
I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil
Money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil
I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and
That money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth
Microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas
We up in the store now, bitches!