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Meek Mill( Robert Rihmeek Williams )
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Love of Money
And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater For the love of the money, the love of the dough For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure And I know, And I know Who said that money isn't everything? Whoever told you that they a damn liar Cause all this money, it can buy you everything I don't know nothing that money can't buy
I ain't never sinned, I ain't ever crossed over Gotta go to Panama, I don't want it chopped up Everywhere I go I'm pulling up burners The first to get the money, drop some, murder something Defend this code, the feds all delivering Yeah, I fuck with Papi, but no, I ain't Dominican For the love of dividends, spin around the block I let them know I got it cause he out there round the clock In the projects jewelry mean you made it And the body might get you famous And the key might get you stopped Fuck with me, I might get you opp It's no apology, nigga, it's criminology, nigga Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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And I ain't never jealous, and I don't get emotional Its all about familia, I do what I'm supposed to do Talking up boutique sales, tying up the loose ends Know me from the project, They used to go 'yo who that'? Copped all my mixtapes, you tryna roll up You heard I was moving shit, wait a second, hold up Be careful what you say, They tryna get inside, the phones, they got ears They also got eyes, you know You break it down and you get a watch Be breaking down and we get them blocks Cause if you play around getting guap We gonna lay you down, get a mop We sigh, we grind and we here No, everywhere, every day, ever route Every smoke that we light and it's on Lets Go
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