The Trillest

The Trillest

Track by Meek Mill

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LYRICS

作曲:J. NG, J. Peters & R. Williams

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 they applaud
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
And they all gotta eat,
they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers,
doing too many bids
Too many bids,
judge gave 'em kids
too many years
As soon as you get that money,
that's as soon they appear
Assuming you 'em owe 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 played a game
But instead I ended up
at the jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying
when you make money it
make you change
Like four quarters,
the fourth quarter,
I make a lane
Shit, I had to walk for it
they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes,
I put the work in
and made the name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them 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 they applaud
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 Rolls
With the curtains
on the windows,
I'm just peekin' at my goals
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

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