Tweaking(feat. Vory) - Meek Mill/Vory

Lyrics by：Robert Williams

Hmm this is my brother

Yeah this is

My rules my rules my rules my rules my

Yeah

I like the way you work it

Never met an angel that was perfect

I never met a demon that was worth it

Yeah

They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees

Your favorite model is not a ten to me I got ten of these

Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy

I just talked to Jeff I told him strictly pesos

I just talked to Jeff I told him strictly Bezos

'Cause I'm too rich to pay h*es

Old n***as hatin' on the young n***as d**n

Young n***as wildin' out beefin' on the 'Gram

I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am

It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends

They say It's something 'bout Meek Milly he movin' different than them

It's lil' fish I take ya b***h for a swim

The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain I let it whisper to them

That 33 on me like Pippen again I been a bull

N***as know I won't fold I been to war

Rap beef street beef really done did 'em all

I get money f**k b***hes and I ball

My haters linkin' over my haters it's ten of y'all

And y'all still couldn't body me

Flow smoother than Wallaby

I do it so honorably

And y'all wonder why they proud of me

This s**t is rare

Man I had cops tryna lie on me

I caught a case at eighteen they still was puttin' time with me

But looky here I bounce back like every time

I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime

I hit her once and I say never mind yeah

I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time ha

Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens

So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces I can't trust a Benz

How could I ever trust a b***h when I done f**ked her friends

'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' f**k my man

D**n hate the game not the players in it

They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her

And she on Versace sheets p***y-playin' with it

I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke you n***as playin' with it

Ha

In the studio I don't sleep

'Cause every time I drop I make a million every week

I'm in a Aston Martin truck she don't know if it's car or Jeep

But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek s**t get deep

S**t it get deeper and deeper that s**t y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper

I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin'

'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em

I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good

And n***as had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood I don't get it

Even if I did I wouldn't be with it

I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three b***hes

I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches

Y'all n***as outside fifty deep I'm with like two or three n***as in the mix

Deep down in it where y'all n***as ain't allowed at

You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at

My dog got a sentence gave him life he ain't allowed back

I already made it rich I pray to God he give his time back

I'm living out my dreams yeah these n***as haters

'21 Maybach fly by see you later

They ain't even here they was quiet as a refrigerator

And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded for real

Yeah

I like the way you work it

Never met an angel that was perfect

I never met a demon that was worth it

Yeah

They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees

Your favorite model is not a ten to me I got ten of these

Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy

I just talked to Jeff I told him strictly pesos

I just talked to Jeff I told him strictly Bezos

'Cause I'm too rich to pay h*es

Pay h*es