Makeudream_ lyrics

by

Meek Mill



[Hook]
n*gga make the money and don't let him make the team
Go to sleep broke n*gga, that'll make you dream
f*ck her on a perc' n*gga, that'll make her scream
When the tension bar breaks n*gga, that'll make it seen
I done seen everybody go against me
So I'm riding with a Glock that holds fifty
Lookin' like the stick tied to a frisbee
Started off walking, now I got a Bentley, you dig me?
My neck lookin' like a n*gga stole something
Got your favorite rapper asking "Could I hold something?"
But we ain't lettin' n*ggas hold nothing
n*gga my girl so new, can't [?] the road running
My money right, my b*tches bad
f*ck a supermodel, get a cab
Send her home, she was mad
[?] the feeling [?] cash
Work on the table, dope on the scale
This sh*t that we're selling get you twenty years in jail
Did my dog dirty, gave 'em twenty years in hell
And [?] hundred twenty for the belt
(For the belt)
(Yeah, that's what's up)
[?]

[Hook]
n*gga make the money and don't let him make the team
Go to sleep broke n*gga, that'll make you dream
f*ck her on a perc' n*gga, that'll make her scream
When the tension bar breaks n*gga, that'll make it seen
I done seen everybody go against me
So I'm riding with a Glock that holds fifty
Lookin' like the stick tied to a frisbee
Started off walking, now I got a Bentley, you dig me?
My neck lookin' like a n*gga stole something
Got your favorite rapper asking "Could I hold something?"
But we ain't lettin' n*ggas hold nothing
n*gga my girl so new, can't [?] the road running
My money right, my b*tches bad
f*ck a supermodel, get a cab
Send her home, she was mad
[?] the feeling [?] cash
Work on the table, dope on the scale
This sh*t that we're selling get you twenty years in jail
Did my dog dirty, gave 'em twenty years in hell
And [?] hundred twenty for the belt
(For the belt)
(Yeah, that's what's up)
[?]
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