The Get Back (freestyle) Lyrics - Meek Mill

The money turned me into a monster 

The money turned my noodles into pasta 

The money turned my tuna into lobster 

They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster 

4 A.M. I'm on the north side of Philly 

Riding around like these haters don't want to kill me 

It's a shame how they hate on me you gotta feel me 

I started out with a dollar and got a milli 

I'm like do it for the gram ho, do it for the gram ho 

She don't want to bust it I say do it for them bands yo 

I say do it for them bands fucking with that broke nigga you should do it for your man 

Lately I've been on the low with a ho that you probably know 

Took her to the crib and met momma right at the door 

Momma started smiling like momma I got to go 

I done took so many trophies that my momma [?] 

I said a real nigga, I get that money pay them bills nigga 

My momma told me "you a real nigga" 

And I be hanging with them real killers 

Now what a feeling when you looking at the latest whipping knowing you can cop it 

Or looking at the baddest bitch and knowing you could pop it 

The youngest nigga in my city doing it I got it 

On another level with Benjamin and money is the topic lord 

I put my jeweler on his feet 

Hundred thou I used to do that every week 

Never sleep its funny how I never speak 

You see a foreign in my city that was me 

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That was us, never sweet 

We went to war niggas riding down the street 

Popping that pistol they talking they never did 

Dropping the nickel with something that never cease 

I've been sitting on that money like a chair 

I've been getting to that money all year 

All year and my niggas all here 

But we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares 

Baddest bitch in the game wearing my chain I'm ready 

Switching lanes in that Mulsanne like I'm Andretti 

I do the Balmain, Balenciaga, no Giuseppe 

If they sleep on Meek Milly I kill these niggas like I was Freddy 

I eat that pussy like a monster 

She gon' ride this dick she gon' need a sponsor 

You could tell I'm philly from my posture 

And we be whipping coca like its pasta 

I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money 

I get that "see a bad bitch and be like how you doing" money 

They like how you doing honey oh 

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