Letras
Someone wants it more than me
Tryna push me out the light
I don' even know they name
But we on the same flight
Imma do it for the game
They go do it for the fame
Gotta do it for the name
We go get it all night
Workin my way to a milli
(MMHHMMM)
Meek Mill made it in Philly
(TRUE)
I wanna girl with some class
I'm lookin' fa ass
It gotta be silly
(SILLY)
You want ma money
Guess what?
I want it too
Do really fuck with you
Always will keep it abuck with you
Just cuz I'm fuckin' you
Don't mean I trust in you
Hit up the squad
We gotta take a trip
Outta the country abroad
(The Flight)
All of the Ups
All of the downs
Nevah took you as a fraud
PJ is muddy fa life
Super model for a wife
How you be phenin' a hit on the splee
But ain't throwin' shit fa the cyph
Came outta Brooklyn
We got the drillas, the killas
An' people just livin' here
I'm finna graduate meanin' that
I gotta get outta here in a couple years
Money moves in the mornin'
Everything came with a warnin'
I had to tunnel ma way out like Andy
Call me a Freeman Morgan
Gotta try
Do Or Die
Wonder why?
Suicide!
Don't let 'em catch you lackin'
Bitches want you when ya bread is stackin'
We goin' automatic
Got 'em Chrome Berettas
With the fifty mag in
One a ma homies is semi-packin
Nobody cookin'
They bringin' the crack in
We used to dress
Educated, man we was the best
So used to sagging
We cop a body
Gotta be braggin'