Meek Mill, Omelly - Panamera lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, Omelly - Panamera lyrics]
Dreamchasers this a movement, a lifestyle
Everything foreign
They got me flexin' in a Panamera
Niggas hatin' on me, no got a lot of swag
Got Louis kicks but I never wear em
Started coach
Now it's G5 when I’m fuckin landin'
I'm a fuckin' bandit
Hol’up, I'm a fuckin' bandit
Got two hoes and it's one of me
That's a fuckin' sandwich
I get work and I pitch
That and I underhand it
If you gettin' paper then why you hating?
I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it
I'm a fuckin' cannon
You mad dog 'cuz my cast
Long and you fuckin' scramblin'
You try to snatch my chain
Nigga you fuckin gamblin
You dead pockets, get a head shot
That’s DJ damage
Pussy 'cuz we ain’t playin'
I'm on that fly shit
Flyer than you ever been
I'm on that real shit
Realer than you ever been
I'm on that still shit
Talkin' get you laid out i'm on that Cali
What I’m blowin got me spaced out
They got me flexin' in a new machine
Been in corners they hatin'
Got me super clean ballin' off in Miami
I got two of them rings i'm super rich
Y'all still trippin' on "who the king"?
My niggas movin' things
I'm talkin' sky dwellers, no ice
High yella, so bright
I fell in love with that money
Then got married to it, now throw rice
Got everything your ho like
Y'all niggas the ho type
Talk behind my back but when I'm
Around you go like it
I got more money than you
And I'm younger than you
Say you broke a joke, do I look funny to you?
You can diss in your raps but
When I run into you
It's gon' be "I didn't say that" or
"I don't want it with you"
Everything foreign
They got me flexin' in a Panamera
Niggas hatin' on me, no got a lot of swag
Got Louis kicks but I never wear em
Started coach
Now it's G5 when I’m fuckin landin'
I'm a fuckin' bandit
Hol’up, I'm a fuckin' bandit
Got two hoes and it's one of me
That's a fuckin' sandwich
I get work and I pitch
That and I underhand it
If you gettin' paper then why you hating?
I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it
I'm a fuckin' cannon
You mad dog 'cuz my cast
Long and you fuckin' scramblin'
You try to snatch my chain
Nigga you fuckin gamblin
You dead pockets, get a head shot
That’s DJ damage
Pussy 'cuz we ain’t playin'
I'm on that fly shit
Flyer than you ever been
I'm on that real shit
Realer than you ever been
I'm on that still shit
Talkin' get you laid out i'm on that Cali
What I’m blowin got me spaced out
They got me flexin' in a new machine
Been in corners they hatin'
Got me super clean ballin' off in Miami
I got two of them rings i'm super rich
Y'all still trippin' on "who the king"?
My niggas movin' things
I'm talkin' sky dwellers, no ice
High yella, so bright
I fell in love with that money
Then got married to it, now throw rice
Got everything your ho like
Y'all niggas the ho type
Talk behind my back but when I'm
Around you go like it
I got more money than you
And I'm younger than you
Say you broke a joke, do I look funny to you?
You can diss in your raps but
When I run into you
It's gon' be "I didn't say that" or
"I don't want it with you"