Classic Lyrics - Dreams Worth More Than Money - Meek Mill

Woo! It's hot outside man 

Meek Millys coming daddy 

Hundred for the walkthrough, I'm not who you talk to 

Drive by and wet you up, nigga thats a carpool 

Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar cool 

Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon 

Call me Meek Milly, I don't play that shit 

Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique 

Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit 

And all I rock is Balmain like I made that shit 

I've been, front row fashion week looking like I'm in the show 

Sitting in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner roll 

Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role 

You thought she was innocent, we laughing like she been a ho 

Jumpin' out them Benzos, meet yo bitch in the friend zone 

She told you I was friendzoned, what? I'm in the endzone 

Touchdown with a 2 point conversion, give her that dick long 

She busting like the clip long, uber to send your bitch home nigga 

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It's hot outside, it's Meek Milly season 

I got a fever bitch 

Hot outside, I got a fever bitch 

Feeling sick, I got a fever bitch 

In these philly streets situations is 

Police ain't respecting the youth and 

The youth ain't respecting the truth and 

The Glock 9 on me in the booth and 

All I talk is that real shit the truth and 

The money turned your bitch into a gold digger 

The money got me feeling like the old Jigga 

And Jigga even told me you a cold nigga 

They ain't believe me I was broke but I showed niggas 

And I told niggas that I would expose niggas 

Went to buy a pair of sneaks, landed at the Royce dealer 

Brand new paper tag, haters never made me mad 

You can ask your baby momma, I'm flyer than her baby dad 

Looking at my neck, what that cost? Hundred-eighty cash 

Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash 

We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon Dash 

Oh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin' ass? 

We don't chase bitches, we chase money and that D'ussé 

Cause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say 

Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupee 

And if you're just hearing this, then it's probably too late 

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I got a fever bitch 

Hot outside, I got a fever bitch 

Feeling sick, I got a fever bitch 

In these philly streets situations is 

Police ain't respecting the youth and 

The youth ain't respecting the truth and 

The Glock 9 on me in the booth and 

All I talk is that real shit the truth and 

Get smacked silly, come to Philly 

Come see it live in direct 

You know it, God dammit