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Meek Mill - The Get Back Lyrics

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  • [Hook:]
  • 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 *****ing 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 ***** 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
  • [Hook]
  • [Post-Hook:]
  • I put my jeweler on his feet
  • Hundred thou I used to do that every week
  • Never sleep it's funny how I never speak
  • You see a foreign in my city that was me
  • 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 it's pasta
  • I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money
  • I get that "see a bad ***** and be like how you doing" money
  • They like how you doing honey oh
  • [Hook]
  • [Post-Hook]

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