Dreams Worth More Than Money (freestyle) Lyrics - Singles - Meek Mill

Yeah nigga ma album comin' 

Dreams worth more than money, nigga 

This mothafucking summer 

I was getting so much motherfucking money nigger 

Fucking all these bitches 

I think i done took a year off 

Still snapping though 

A lot of niggers fallin' off 

We aint doing nothin' but gettin' stronger nigga 

New deals, new money double M G dreamchaser 

Lets get it 

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My man got booked with a stone of white 

If they make his bail a mil', he comin home tonight 

I went from standing on the corner, jumping on to flights 

Talking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikes 

Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on 

Niggas pussy in the dark, let's turn them lights on 

I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on 

Now it's Italian marble, moon walking like Mike doing 

Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic 

I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite 

Its levels to this shit, dog you won't believe my life 

Peanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating right 

Champagne gargling, everything is marvelous 

62 Maybach, I can barely park the shit 

Got these rappers scared see em' shaking like it's Parkinsons 

If they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonist 

A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die 

I know that they gonna try, that's why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and it's 45 

So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides 

Cause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheese steak 

I told Diddy, I ain't walking for no cheesecake 

Cause the jeweller making the band with the freeze face 

I'm on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states 

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Do it for the vine, I ain't gonna do it 

Lets talk about the time when I use to go through it 

Nappy ass braids, with the cold shooters 

We was playing with razors before they had the little scooters 

Shit I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain't even know it 

These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you ain't even know it 

Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it 

Cause he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he ain't even show it 

At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle 

At 22 I wanted the hottest model 

At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce 

So what you think I did, I went and fucking got it 

I hit my hood, niggas looking fucking sour 

They see me rolling and I be like you fucking coward 

I just want to ball, spending the quarter on y'all 

Just take a look at my car, you don't remember I starved 

I want it all 

Back in the day, packing the K 

All that hate I made that go away 

I do you dirty go you back to the A 

Put in the verse like that Mac in you face 

And Philly nigga, I'm mac in the bay 

I'm off beat still killing shit, I'm speaking all street still killing shit 

Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit 

been out like a year and I'm still killing shit