Errday

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Meek ain't countin' money no more

If it ain't right, it ain't right

Zip the bag up

Drop it right there

Ugh!

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I got these niggas hatin' on me

But I don't give a fuck, because they bitches waiting on me

I'm just counting all this money, and buying all these hammers

So when these niggas play, I let my shooters go bananas

Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster

My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor

These niggas getting sick, somebody call a doctor

Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her

I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada

Fly as hell in YSL boy I got a lot of 'em

Madre and cabanas, that's where they probably find us

Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas

Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue

Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter

Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga

Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin'

Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles

My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring

Fucked her that Friday night

We both woke up that Sunday morning

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Young nigga, lotta cash, bad bitch, lotta ass

Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad

Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and

These niggas is kinda nice, which means they kinda ass

I be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash

Monday I'mma wear my J's, Tuesday in my Prada bag

Wednesday I go Louboutin

They say "How you been?" I say "Doing fine"

Bitch I ball hard like 2 LeBrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie

I'm Superman, my bitch is super fly

I make a hater wanna kill hisself, suicide

A nigga play with me? He know it's do or die

Cause I got a big Mac, and that bitch be super sized

Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred jewels

'Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all them bitches coming soon

Tell 'em that I'm comin' now, tell 'em I'mma common coon

Boy my shit be super hot, I name my album summer June

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas

Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue

Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter

Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga

Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin'

Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles

My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring

Fucked her that Friday night

We both woke up that Sunday morning

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose

He said that that workin', I was like "okay"

She say give me money, I was like "no way"

She got mad and text my phone

It ain't no work if it ain't no pay

I'm like be gone bitch, be gone bitch

I pop a perc, turn on my on switch

Them bitches ain't on that, nigga cause they on this

You put 'em on money and I put 'em on dick, really though

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas

Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue

Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter

Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga

Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin'

Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles

My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring

Fucked her that Friday night

We both woke up that Sunday morning

[Outro: DJ Drama]

Can I ask a favor?

Please embrace that Meek is just that boy now!

Why fight it?

You’re doing yourself a disservice