Off The Corner lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
M-m-m-m-a
No, no, no, no, no, no
These hoes - they like n*ggas that spend money, not talk about it
If you ain't gonna get the money then watcha gonna do?
Hey!

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that
I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Young rich n*gga, I flex, look at my neck
Look at my b*tch, look at my wrist, got these n*ggas upset
Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat
And these hoes around me?
You don't f*ck, you don't give them no check
Cause ya'll n*ggas lame as f*ck, none of these chumps can hang with us
All these chains getting tangled up
And my clique armed and dangerous, and we'll flame you up
You get smoked mothaf*cker like angel dust
Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up
All these n*ggas on angel bruh, but I got stripes like a bengal does
And my wrist look like the flash on
Come that ho and bring that ass on
So I can beat it up like you stole something
Might pop a perk, go mad long like skrrt
Been through your hood in a wraith, n*ggas is jealous, just look at your face
.357 get put in your place, follow my lead all you n*ggas is late
Like hold up, hold up, I done made a million on that corner
I bought some coke but couldn't deal with Arizona
Them yellow diamonds looking clearer than Corona
And if they act like they ain't with it
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
Made a million on that corner
I made a million on that
I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm on the corner gettin' cake
I'm talkin' like it's 88
Givenchy all I really play
Kingpin status when I swerve up on the block
A n*gga like you, you wouldn't even get to cop
Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it
I'm the richest n*gga outta Dade-Broward County
Feds know my game, they keep it raw, we all at odds
Repossess my Lambo cause they wanna build a charge
When they got my Chevy, got it runnin' like it's 'sposed to
Hit up on my n*ggas, let 'em know my shop reopened
We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top
Nasdaq hustle b*tch, come get your ass some stocks
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed perico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
Made a million on that corner
I made a million on that
I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Ugh, Double M, bang!