The Trillest - Meek Mill
Was the money good?
Was em b_tches bad? Was they f_ckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, that's as soon they appear
Sue me, you owe something, they assuming you'll share
And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
Sh_t, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them b_tches bad? Was they f_ckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil n_ggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my sh_t
Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my sh_t
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peekin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, f_ck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways, "f_ck I need a note for!?"
We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was them b_tches bad? Was they f_ckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
Lookin' for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young n_gga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me sh_t though
Flow slicker than Crisco, n_ggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that sh_t go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that b_tch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them n_ggas that doubted me, sh_t embarrassin'
I'mma real n_gga with money, never cherish it
You a fake n_ggas with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn't be trapper, I started trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, sh_t is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple n_ggas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Sh_tted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my n_ggas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, b_tches!
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