Meek Mill, Paloma Ford - Let Me See lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, Paloma Ford - Let Me See lyrics]
Don’t nothing move but the money
And the bad bitches twerking
In a room full of money
I didn’t have it I was working
I’m certain Imma get it, bout to kill it
Close the curtains
All these clown ass niggas
We should put you in the circus
It’s 5 in the morning, and I got too turnt up
And I know you want it, so you
Ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
Let me see, let me see
You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
Let me see, let me see
You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
You want me, you got me
It’s something in the air I can’t deny
Your body, boy, it’s toxic
When I pop it, I know you can’t get enough
Andale andale
They bring me that money when I hit the club
Andale andale now bring me my money
This feeling, it’s crazy
Just maybe, I could let you get it
Taste of my touch, boy it’s like drugs
So don’t try to cuff
We’re only here for one night
I get it, I get it, I’m with it my nigga
They talk it, I live it
I walk in the building, talk of the city
Parking the Bentley started in Philly
Really I started with plenty
Where niggas popping that semi
You pull up I’m popping the willy
Got money, you ain’t got no time
And if you got time you ain’t got no money
And everybody screaming if you
Broke you a joke
And I’m trying to figure why
A nigga look so funny
Got a quarter on my neck, pull up on em, flex
You niggas sound bitter and really look upset
And I be round niggas
Just money power respect
We cop, cook, and collect
And never making it stretch
You never making a check, smelling the odor
I whip it with soda, I been in with Hova
Drinking on spade
Puffing with Diddy, I’m talking to Costa
Puerto Rico, bad bitches, got em over
And the bad bitches twerking
In a room full of money
I didn’t have it I was working
I’m certain Imma get it, bout to kill it
Close the curtains
All these clown ass niggas
We should put you in the circus
It’s 5 in the morning, and I got too turnt up
And I know you want it, so you
Ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
Let me see, let me see
You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
Let me see, let me see
You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
You want me, you got me
It’s something in the air I can’t deny
Your body, boy, it’s toxic
When I pop it, I know you can’t get enough
Andale andale
They bring me that money when I hit the club
Andale andale now bring me my money
This feeling, it’s crazy
Just maybe, I could let you get it
Taste of my touch, boy it’s like drugs
So don’t try to cuff
We’re only here for one night
I get it, I get it, I’m with it my nigga
They talk it, I live it
I walk in the building, talk of the city
Parking the Bentley started in Philly
Really I started with plenty
Where niggas popping that semi
You pull up I’m popping the willy
Got money, you ain’t got no time
And if you got time you ain’t got no money
And everybody screaming if you
Broke you a joke
And I’m trying to figure why
A nigga look so funny
Got a quarter on my neck, pull up on em, flex
You niggas sound bitter and really look upset
And I be round niggas
Just money power respect
We cop, cook, and collect
And never making it stretch
You never making a check, smelling the odor
I whip it with soda, I been in with Hova
Drinking on spade
Puffing with Diddy, I’m talking to Costa
Puerto Rico, bad bitches, got em over