paroles de chanson Fuck B*tches , Get Money - Meek Mill
[Meek
Mill:]
I
said
I'm
cooler
than
a
fan
fresh
like
it's
easter
Pull
up
a
bitch
she
be
like
osta
la
vister
Heser
thought
dats
what
they
all
say
skeezers
I
just
fucked
her
yesterday
homie
you
can
keep
her
Believe
her
I
don't
do
nothin
I'm
a
ball
I'm
a
stand
up
nigga
I
jump
up
everytime
I
fall
Everytime
I
lost
I
came
back
like
cook
crack
Got
my
hand
up
in
the
game
and
I
ain't
never
look
back
I
said
I'm
good
I'm
hood
I
wish
a
nigga
would
Try
to
take
me
for
a
sucker
he
get
hit
up
just
because
Can't
shake
em
off
for
nothin
Dey
be
hatin
but
for
what
Cause
I
ain't
even
get
a
deal
but
When
I
do
they
be
like
UHH!
Sick
ya
bitch
all
up
on
my
dick
Cause
you
a
bug
You
a
flee
and
I'm
a
G
I
ain't
no
Crip
I
ain't
no
Blood
But
I
don't
bend
no
I
don't
budge
I
keep
dat
semi
by
my
gut
A
nigga
tempt
me
fire
up
I
let
that
sig
blow
light
em
up
I
say
I
ain't
got
that
hazy
You
know
I
got
dat
cush
Niggas
rolling
on
that
dirt
be
smokin
dat
Reggie
Bush
Said
dey
always
speak
my
name
But
when
dey
see
me
they
never
look
Cause
they
know
I
keep
that
flame
But
hold
up
that's
anotha
book
I
said
them
shooters
on
deck
Goonies
over
there
And
dat
ain't
even
countin
for
tooly
dat
wear
I
said
dey
bitches,
pussy,
coochie
over
there
So
many
clips
it
look
like
we
shootin
for
a
movie
over
here
[Gillie:]
E.A.
dey
don't
pop,
lock,
and
drop
it
Round
here
in
North
Philly
Dey
stop,
cock,
and
pop
it
Put
you
on
your
dyin
bed
Leave
you
on
dat
lead
dyin
Bust
ya
head
up
out
that
bread
A
nigga
bet
not
dare
try
it
I'm
a
motherfuckin
gangster
Spank
you
with
that
banger
Soak
you
with
that
toaster
You
niggaz
straight
cho-cha
Pussy
ass
niggaz
for
tha
hundred
I'll
soak
ya
Leave
ya
wet
and
gushy
I'm
messin
with
some
rookies
My
drop
top
ridin
And
my
glock
cock
ridin
And
I'm
hangin
out
that
window
and
I
won't
stop
firen
Til
a
nigga
on
the
ground
and
he
twitchin
I
walk
down
on
em
look
em
in
his
eyes
stop
bitchin
His
mama
fillin
reports
da
boy
he
missin
These
niggas
tellin
lies
they
ain't
never
sold
a
pigeon
Ain't
got
to
go
to
BET
to
see
how
I'm
livin
Just
got
to
North
Philly
And
ask
for
that
boy
Gillie
(dey
gonna
tell
you
he's
a
gangster)
[Oschino:]
I'm
Oschino
You
know
I
got
dem
kilos
You
know
I
got
dat
fish
if
you
tryna
find
nemo
My
glocks
straight
from
consemos
Six
feet
p
low
you
get
d
pro
If
you
try
to
burn
me
like
dat
bitch
Yolanda
do
niggaz
pee
holes
Gucci
frames
dey
shade
my
vision
Showin
my
dick
like
circumcision
Niggaz
mad
at
me
cause
dey
pockets
flat
like
plasma
televisions
Elevate
mind
he
probably
fucked
her
I
ain't
mad
nigga
dats
what's
up
Fuck
dat
bitch
let's
get
deez
bucks
I
bout
my
green
in
God
I
trust
And
trust
I
grind
and
coupes
I
drop
More
hot
on
da
block
Like
when
a
cop
get
popped
Got
it
jumpin
hoppin
scotch
Why
you
hit
nigga
where
da
choppaz
chop
Standin
tall
as
city
hall
Get
on
his
CD
nigga
naw
Weirdos
I
can't
fuck
with
ya'll
Meek
in
his
bag
nigga
I'm
in
da
broad
My
young
bulls
clap
like
a
applause
Be
on
ya
ass
like
polo
draws
Gettin
dollaz
go-go
bars
Why
you
think
we
go
so
hard
Straight
from
da
hood
we
don't
kno
no
laws
All
we
kno
is
cars,
broads,
bars
Mounts
o'z,
hard,
weed
in
jars
Guns,
vest
Hustle,
rest,
projects
Killin,
shootin,
lootin
We
a
mess
No
rep
I
talk
with
a
tec
Burn
it
down
nigga
dey
correct
Go
to
war
with
da
ATF
1 Where They Do Dat At Ft. Young Chris
2 40 On My Hip
3 19. Rose Red
4 Rose Red
5 I'm So Fly
6 Willy Wonka
7 Make 'em Say
8 Hottest In Da City
9 Rat
10 Fuck B*tches , Get Money
11 Want It All
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