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money galore - meek mill lyrics

[hook]
i’m getting mines you could get yours
got so much money that its coming out my pores
i’m hood rich, but got to have more
i want to make it rain money galore
got money, got money galore
got a milli, want a million more
got money, got money galore
got a milli, want a million more

[verse 1: meek mill]
pockets looking like they was fighting mike tyson
ya i get that cake without the icing
breitling, vvs in the bezel looking like a piece of lightning
i catch your shorty eye i like oh i think she like it
puffing on that herbal color minnesota viking
higher than the flight get, flyer than the pilot
i can make those b-tches do what i say like simon
probably on an island shining like a diamond
ball like ai, the b-tches like i’m [?]
you catch me out in hollywood with k.dot
ain’t i fresher than i’ve ever been
clean like it ain’t no evidence
soon as we step in the door we make that money hit the floor

[hook]

[verse 2: k. smith]
i’m like first things first, i’m all about paper
now you can call me k or mr. cribgotacres
will smith numbers you ain’t even making jadas
better yet jay, little n-gga stop playing
swag like jay i got a bop like diddy
money like 50 but i’m spending big w-ll–s
when i go hard i make you dudes look silly
i got a mansion in la when i don’t want to be in philly
you dudes look lame so i can see the hating
i’m usually overseas hit the states for vacation
hot like blazing
and while you dudes got a pocket of cash
i got a credit card that could buy your block and a half

[hook]

[verse 3: critical]
i’m getting money but it ain’t from this rap sh-t
when i walk into my closet i do backflips
my girl like gucci, louis, and that mac sh-t
so if i ain’t getting paper she can’t have sh-t
i take her to the store she like it she can grab it
“that’s 25 critty” f-ck it i got plastic
get what you want, i only spend that on a bad b-tch
treat me like a king cause she ain’t ever had sh-t
its pretty city let me get back to this cash sh-t
pound of dro its wrapped up in the plastic
i’m in the v-twizzy see the cops i gas it
but i’m frank lucas got the sh-t up in the casket

[hook]

- meek mill lyrics

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