Intro

[00:00.42]Meek Mill - Intro
[00:01.27]Yeah
[00:01.92]Yeah
[00:02.53]Yeah
[00:03.16]In the championship championship
[00:05.53]We was down 3-1
[00:10.43]Yeah
[00:11.46]I can feel it coming in the air tonight
[00:15.80]Champions of the United States oh Lord
[00:21.42]And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life
[00:25.50]Yeah
[00:26.75]Turn me up cruz oh Lord ah
[00:30.36]Bombin' on any of them n***as that want the smoke
[00:32.40]Woo
[00:32.93]N***a this a big boy Phantom
[00:34.17]This ain't a ghost it ain't
[00:35.41]Had to take the way from them n***as
[00:36.76]And now they toast f**k 'em
[00:38.06]They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke
[00:40.23]Amen amen
[00:41.74]Lord forgive me Lord forgive me
[00:42.88]For all my sins all my sins
[00:44.15]Took so many riches just to get a Benz
[00:45.91]Get a Benz
[00:46.52]Pray for my n***as
[00:47.31]All my n***as
[00:47.93]All my friends
[00:48.51]Yeah
[00:48.96]In the trenches warring with killas
[00:50.16]We been getting it in
[00:50.99]Ah
[00:51.40]32 shots in my new glock
[00:53.51]Yeah
[00:54.12]N***as wanna hit me like I'm 2pac yeah
[00:56.48]Bad b***h f**k me in my gucci tube socks yeah
[00:59.05]Member when I spit my re up on a oowop woah
[01:02.13]Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
[01:03.66]Walk up in this b***h
[01:04.54]A bunch of killers and humble trappers
[01:06.15]I can go to Hollywood
[01:07.30]To court in this jungle action
[01:08.59]With n***as that'll smoke you go
[01:09.95]And murder your brother
[01:11.18]Whoa big dog n***a
[01:12.73]I'm a big dog big dog
[01:14.19]Streets said they need that d**e they having withdrawals
[01:16.47]I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
[01:18.93]I'm so rich that I can't even f**k a b***h raw whoa
[01:21.74]Whoa
[01:22.44]Do you know the feeling
[01:23.59]Do you
[01:23.89]Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million
[01:26.37]All this f**king money I ain't got no time for chilling
[01:28.40]We too rich to look like this
[01:29.85]To all that killing and drug dealing
[01:31.13]You my n***a I f**k with you
[01:32.41]We gon' thug it out
[01:33.63]Say it's beef
[01:34.29]We going to war
[01:34.94]N***a let's slug it out
[01:36.16]Be back whoop we at your door
[01:37.48]Blood in your f**king house
[01:38.75]I heard your daddy was a rat
[01:39.85]So you a f**king mouse n***a n***a
[01:42.40]Pouring champagne 'cause all my n***as dead n***as dead
[01:44.64]If they ain't in the graveyard then they in the feds feds
[01:46.94]I give a f**k if that crown heavy
[01:48.28]Put it on my head
[01:49.00]Put it on
[01:49.59]Take it to the jeweler bust it down
[01:50.91]Before I wear it
[01:51.64]Yeah
[01:52.15]Whew 'cause I'm a king just Martin Luther Martin Luther
[01:54.62]I ain't a hater
[01:55.31]F**k my b***h n***a I salute ya salute
[01:57.08]I be flying jet and chopper like that s**t was uber
[01:59.31]We finally made it out them trenches n***a hallelujah whoa
[02:02.44]Balling like a hot boy
[02:04.01]Diamonds dancing on me more than JB
[02:05.47]Blocboy
[02:05.95]Blocboy
[02:06.50]I'm a boss
[02:06.99]I'm the one that call the shots boy shots
[02:08.95]You a thottie I won't cuff you like a cop w***e
[02:11.27]No way like
[02:12.04]Ooh I just cashed out
[02:13.93]How the f**k you turn a bando to a glass house
[02:16.28]How the f**k you get a two to four and bail out
[02:18.87]Got your favorite instagram b***h with her a*s out hey
[02:22.53]Make her touch her toes
[02:23.21]Make her touch her toes
[02:24.12]Touch it touch it
[02:24.89]Run up like a milli' off a couple shows
[02:26.61]Run it up
[02:27.19]Trappin' at the waldorf
[02:28.19]We just f**kin' hoes
[02:29.59]And they lovin' that chanel
[02:30.63]They gon' sell they souls yeah
[02:32.21]Running through the gutter
[02:33.38]I ain't never bowl running
[02:34.70]You would think this
[02:35.42]Wheel Of fortune
[02:35.84]How we selling
[02:36.44]Oh yeah
[02:37.38]Plug just called he got another load
[02:40.56]He know I'ma get them sold
[02:41.81]Leaning off that perc'
[02:42.88]Young n***a still f**king all the baddest b***hes on earth
[02:45.69]When I'm off in them trenches
[02:46.61]I'm a hot boy like turk
[02:47.92]Gun shot is itching in that glock boy that's work
[02:50.28]You get popped p***y no twerk oh
[02:52.50]N***a we trying to make that money machine break
[02:54.35]'Chine break
[02:54.95]Shoot up out that van like it's teammate
[02:56.69]Teammate
[02:57.36]N***a we used to trap up out that green gate
[02:59.26]Gate
[02:59.65]80s baby they cooked crack up in my DNA
[03:01.68]Oh
[03:02.68]Ooh scary hours
[03:04.17]Walk outside the lear
[03:05.21]They gon' let confetti shower
[03:06.69]You knew what it was when they let me out it
[03:09.43]Living like the plug n***a
[03:10.55]I ain't selling powder now way now way
[03:12.58]Big bag talking Santa Claus
[03:14.43]Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off panties off
[03:17.14]Flying private to Dubai we off the Xanny bars
[03:19.43]Ooh scary hours turn the cameras off please
[03:22.06]Cameras off please off please off please off please
[03:24.69]Off please
[03:25.28]Off please
[03:25.92]Off please
[03:26.54]Off please
[03:27.00]Off please
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Meek Mill - Intro
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
In the championship championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Champions of the United States oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life
Yeah
Turn me up cruz oh Lord ah
Bombin' on any of them n***as that want the smoke
Woo
N***a this a big boy Phantom
This ain't a ghost it ain't
Had to take the way from them n***as
And now they toast f**k 'em
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke
Amen amen
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me
For all my sins all my sins
Took so many riches just to get a Benz
Get a Benz
Pray for my n***as
All my n***as
All my friends
Yeah
In the trenches warring with killas
We been getting it in
Ah
32 shots in my new glock
Yeah
N***as wanna hit me like I'm 2pac yeah
Bad b***h f**k me in my gucci tube socks yeah
Member when I spit my re up on a oowop woah
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this b***h
A bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can go to Hollywood
To court in this jungle action
With n***as that'll smoke you go
And murder your brother
Whoa big dog n***a
I'm a big dog big dog
Streets said they need that d**e they having withdrawals
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even f**k a b***h raw whoa
Whoa
Do you know the feeling
Do you
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million
All this f**king money I ain't got no time for chilling
We too rich to look like this
To all that killing and drug dealing
You my n***a I f**k with you
We gon' thug it out
Say it's beef
We going to war
N***a let's slug it out
Be back whoop we at your door
Blood in your f**king house
I heard your daddy was a rat
So you a f**king mouse n***a n***a
Pouring champagne 'cause all my n***as dead n***as dead
If they ain't in the graveyard then they in the feds feds
I give a f**k if that crown heavy
Put it on my head
Put it on
Take it to the jeweler bust it down
Before I wear it
Yeah
Whew 'cause I'm a king just Martin Luther Martin Luther
I ain't a hater
F**k my b***h n***a I salute ya salute
I be flying jet and chopper like that s**t was uber
We finally made it out them trenches n***a hallelujah whoa
Balling like a hot boy
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB
Blocboy
Blocboy
I'm a boss
I'm the one that call the shots boy shots
You a thottie I won't cuff you like a cop w***e
No way like
Ooh I just cashed out
How the f**k you turn a bando to a glass house
How the f**k you get a two to four and bail out
Got your favorite instagram b***h with her a*s out hey
Make her touch her toes
Make her touch her toes
Touch it touch it
Run up like a milli' off a couple shows
Run it up
Trappin' at the waldorf
We just f**kin' hoes
And they lovin' that chanel
They gon' sell they souls yeah
Running through the gutter
I ain't never bowl running
You would think this
Wheel Of fortune
How we selling
Oh yeah
Plug just called he got another load
He know I'ma get them sold
Leaning off that perc'
Young n***a still f**king all the baddest b***hes on earth
When I'm off in them trenches
I'm a hot boy like turk
Gun shot is itching in that glock boy that's work
You get popped p***y no twerk oh
N***a we trying to make that money machine break
'Chine break
Shoot up out that van like it's teammate
Teammate
N***a we used to trap up out that green gate
Gate
80s baby they cooked crack up in my DNA
Oh
Ooh scary hours
Walk outside the lear
They gon' let confetti shower
You knew what it was when they let me out it
Living like the plug n***a
I ain't selling powder now way now way
Big bag talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off panties off
Flying private to Dubai we off the Xanny bars
Ooh scary hours turn the cameras off please
Cameras off please off please off please off please
Off please
Off please
Off please
Off please
Off please
Off please
Off please