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