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Dreams Worth More Than Money by Meek Mill

Come on let's get it!
Yeah, nigga, my album comin'
Dreams worth more than money nigga
This mother f**kin' summer
I been gettin' so much mof**kin' money nigga
f**kin' all these b**ches up
I think I done took a year off
Still snappin', though
A lot of niggas fallin' off
We ain't doing nothin', but gettin' stronger, nigga
New deals, new money, double MG, dreamchaser
Let's get it!
My man got booked with a stone of white
If they make his bail a 'mil, he coming home tonight
I went from standing on them corners, jumping on the flights
Talking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikes
Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on
Niggas pussy in the dark, let's turn them lights on
I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on
Now it's Italian marble, moon walking like Mike doing
Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mike
I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite
Its levels to this sh*t, dog you won't believe my life
Peanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating right
Champagne gargling, everything is marvelous
62 Maybach, I can barely park the sh*t
Got these rappers scared see em' shaking like it's Parkinsons
If they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonist
A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve, then he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, that's why
I stay strapped with a brand new mac and it's 45
So when they jump fast, better whistle like offsides
Cause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheese steak
I told Diddy, I ain't walking for no cheesecake
Cause the jeweler making the band with the freeze face
I'm on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states
Do it for the vine, I ain't gonna do it
Lets talk about the time when I use to go through it
Nappy ass braids, with the cold shooters
We was playing with razors before they had the little scooters
sh*t, I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain't even know it
These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga,
You ain't even know it!
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it
Cause he went and brought that Bentley Breitling,
He ain't even show it
At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle!
At 22 I wanted the hottest model!
At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce!
So what you think I did, I went and f**king got it
I hit my hood, niggas looking f**king sour
They see me rolling and I be like you f**king cowards
I just want to ball, spending the quarter on y'all
Just take a look at my car, you don't remember I starved
I want it all!
Back in the day, packing the K
All that hate I made that go away
I do you dirty take you back to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac in your face
And Philly nigga, I'm mac in the bay
I'm all beast still killing sh*t, I'm speaking all street still killing sh*t
Hurricane, first week, I still killed the sh*t
Intro been out like a year and I'm still killing sh*t
Dreams worth more than money on the way, nigga

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