The Trillest

[Hook: Meek Mill] Was the money good? Was em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good? Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne pours and the campaign roars And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest [Verse 1: Meek Mill] See my momma cry too many tears And we been broke like too many years It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years As soon as you get that money, that's as soon they appear Assuming you 'em owe something, they assuming you’ll share And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain I should've hit the crib with my son and played a game But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain It's a sad saying when you make money it make you change Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane Shit, I had to walk for it they talkin' 'bout takin' trains And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the name But the question is [Hook: Meek Mill] Was the money good? Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good? Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne pours and the campaign roars And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch Now all the lil niggas wanna be like this I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my shit I got blood on my money, ether in my soul Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes? Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the Rolls With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peekin' at my goals Money made me iller, already was realer Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller Or Reggie when I shoot for that three They drop fetty, that's good money Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim 20 inch rims for the dope boy Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for!? In them school hallways, "fuck I need a note for!?" We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball [Hook: Meek Mill] Was the money good? Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good? Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne pours and the campaign roars And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Lookin' for the intro I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go And they say I'm arrogant I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus When I get that money like I married it 1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch like Harriet Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot Pull up on them niggas that doubted me, shit embarrassin' I'mma real nigga with money, never cherish it You a fake niggas with money, it's no comparison Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin' They told me that I couldn’t be trapper, I started trapping' it Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again Smoke the weed and laugh at them Make a couple million by accident Couple niggas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a Whole 'nother level from before now Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now" Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?" I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!