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点击复制The Get Back - Meek Mill
Written by：Meek Mill
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster
4 A.M. I'm on the north side of philly
Riding around like these haters don't want to kill me
It's a shame how they hate on me you gotta feel me
I started out with a dollar and got a milli
I'm like do it for the gram ho do it for the gram ho
She don't want to bust it I say do it for them bands yo
I say do it for them bands f**king with
That broke ni**a you should do it for your man
Lately I've been on the low with a ho that you probably know
Took her to the crib and met momma right at the door
Momma started smiling like momma I got to go
I done took so many trophies that momma my momma know
I said a real ni**a I get that money pay them bills ni**a
My momma told me you a real ni**a
And I be hanging with them real killers
Now what a feeling when you looking at the latest
Whipping knowing you can cop it
Or looking at the baddest b**ch and knowing you could pop it
The youngest ni**a in my city doing it I got it
On another level with benjamin and money is the topic lord
The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster
I put my jeweler on his feet
Hundred thou I used to do that every week
Never sleep its funny how I never speak
You see a foreign in my city that was me
That was us never sweet
We went to war niggas riding down the street
Popping that pistol they talking they never did
Dropping the nickel with something that never cease
I've been sitting on that money like a chair
I've been getting to that money all year
All year and my niggas all here
But we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares
Baddest b**ch in the game wearing my chain I'm ready
Switching lanes in that mulsanne like I'm andretti
I do the balmain balenciaga no giuseppe
If they sleep on meek milly I kill these niggas like I was freddy
I eat that p**sy like a monster
She gon' ride this dick she gon' need a sponsor
You could tell I'm philly from my posture
And we be whipping coca like its pasta
I be on money 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money
I get that see a bad b**ch and be like how you doing money
They like how you doing honey oh
The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster
I put my jeweler on his feet
Hundred thou I used to do that every week
Never sleep its funny how I never speak
You see a foreign in my city that was me