The Trillest Lyrics - Dreams Worth More Than Money - Meek Mill

Was the money good? Was 'em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good? 

Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly? 

If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky 

For the trillest, for the trillest 

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars 

And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest 

See my momma cry too many tears 

And we been broke like too many years 

It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there 

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And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids 

To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids 

Too many bids, just gave 'em kids too many years 

As soon as you get that money, that's sooner they appear 

Assuming you owe em something, they assuming you'll share 

And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same 

I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain 

I should've hit the crib with my son and play a game 

But instead I ended up at the jeweler to make a chain 

It's saying saying when you make money it make you change 

Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I made a lane 

Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains 

And takin' planes, I put the work in and made a name 

But the question is... 

Was the money good? Was em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good? 

Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly? 

If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky 

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For the trillest, for the trillest 

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars 

And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest 

I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch 

Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this 

I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit 

Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my shit 

I got blood on my money, ether in my soul 

Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes? 

Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose 

With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peepin' at my ghost 

Money made me iller, already was realer 

Young kings killin', young kings over skrilla 

That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller 

Or Reggie when I shoot for that three 

They drop fetty, that's good money 

Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young 

When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim 

20 inch rims for the dope boy 

Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy 

Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for!? 

In them school hallways, "fuck I need a note for!?" 

We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw 

The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball 

Was the money good? Was em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good? 

Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly? 

If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky 

For the trillest, for the trillest 

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars 

And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest 

Lookin' for that intro I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo 

Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga 

Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo 

When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though 

Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low 

Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go 

And they still say I'm arrogant 

I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus 

When I get that money like I married it 

1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it 

Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch like Harriet 

Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot 

Pull up on 'em niggas that got to me, shit, ebarrassin' 

I'mma real nigga with money, never trash it 

You a fake nigga with money, it's no comparison 

Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it 

And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin' 

They told me that I couldn't be trap, I started trappin' it 

Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate 

I'mma just go sit up in this back again 

Smoke the weed and laugh at 'em 

Make a couple million by accident 

Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did it on 'em Benjamins 

Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a 

Whole 'nother level from before now 

Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down 

When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now" 

Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now 

Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?" 

I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down 

Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down 

We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!