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Meek Mill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Make It Work Lyrics - Meek Mill

I used to want all that shit, now I got it 

I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga 

Oh! 

 

I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick 

I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz 

I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick 

You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit 

Like oh Lord, oh Lord! 

She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard 

Surfboard, surfboard 

She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it 

 

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I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back 

I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack 

I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack 

You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked 

I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack 

Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke 

A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four 

And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke 

You fuckboy! Fuckboy! 

Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for? 

I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4 

She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga 

 

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I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick 

I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz 

I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick 

You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit 

Like oh Lord, oh Lord! 

She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard 

Surfboard, surfboard 

She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it 

 

Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas 

Keep changin' on you like late winter 

Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin' 

My coat season and game different 

Self made, self made nigga 

Well dressed, well paid nigga 

I daredevil err'day, nigga 

Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord! 

Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute 

Undefeated, young sneaker nigga 

Hundred deep, you never see a nigga 

Hennessy in moderation 

But my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas 

Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga 

Meanin' I cut and leaf a nigga 

Get it? That's leavin', nigga 

Scissors, clippers, please forgive me 

Real nigga, hoes around me 

Take bitches, repeat offender 

Ho, ho, please don't let me 

No, no, Easter pinkin' 

I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis 

So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me 

 

I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick 

I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz 

I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick 

You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit 

Like oh Lord, oh Lord! 

She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard 

Surfboard, surfboard 

She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it 

 

Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party 

It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada 

All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly 

Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money 

Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk! 

Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach 

Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga 

Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga 

Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog 

Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off 

Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off 

And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law 

Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work 

If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk 

Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert 

Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk 

 

I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick 

I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz 

I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick 

You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit 

Like oh Lord, oh Lord! 

She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard 

Surfboard, surfboard 

She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it 

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