Money Galore

[Chorus: Meek Mill] I'm getting mines you could get yours Got so much money that its coming out my pores I'm hood rich, but got to have more I want to make it rain money galore Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Pockets looking like they was fighting Mike Tyson Ya I get that cake without the icing Breitling, VVS in the bezel looking like a piece of lightning I catch your shorty eye I like oh I think she like it Puffing on that herbal color Minnesota Viking Higher than the flight get, flyer than the pilot I can make those bitches do what I say like Simon Probably on an island shining like a diamond Ball like AI, the bitches like I'm [?] You catch me out in Hollywood with K.Dot Ain't I fresher than I've ever been Clean like it ain't no evidence Soon as we step in the door we make that money hit the floor [Chorus: Meek Mill] I'm getting mines you could get yours Got so much money that its coming out my pores I'm hood rich, but got to have more I want to make it rain money galore Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more [Verse 2: K. Smith] I'm like first things first, I'm all about paper Now you can call me K or Mr. cribgotacres Will Smith numbers you ain't even making Jadas Better yet Jay, little nigga stop playing Swag like Jay I got a bop like Diddy Money like 50 but I'm spending big Willies When I go hard I make you dudes look silly I got a mansion in LA when I don't want to be in Philly You dudes look lame so I can see the hating I'm usually overseas hit the states for vacation Hot like blazing And while you dudes got a pocket of cash I got a credit card that could buy your block and a half [Chorus: Meek Mill] I'm getting mines you could get yours Got so much money that its coming out my pores I'm hood rich, but got to have more I want to make it rain money galore Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more [Verse 3: Critical] I'm getting money but it ain't from this rap shit When I walk into my closet I do backflips My girl like Gucci, Louis, and that Mac shit So if I ain't getting paper she can't have shit I take her to the store she like it she can grab it "That's 25 Critty" fuck it I got plastic Get what you want, I only spend that on a bad bitch Treat me like a king cause she ain't ever had shit Its pretty city let me get back to this cash shit Pound of dro its wrapped up in the plastic I'm in the V-twizzy see the cops I gas it But I'm Frank Lucas got the shit up in the casket [Chorus: Meek Mill] I'm getting mines you could get yours Got so much money that its coming out my pores I'm hood rich, but got to have more I want to make it rain money galore Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more Got money, got money galore Got a milli, want a million more