Meek Mill – Pound Cake lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Phil made millions, James made millions
Coon went drop top Rarri, no ceiling
I’m just chilling, Omelly even spilling
Like Ace of Spade and Club liv, we in the building
Pretty hoes to many flows the way I kill em
Give my cousin… my Bentley the way I’m feeling
Fuck this money and fuck these hoes
Same gear for a week, I’m like fuck these clothes
Pmon had bricks ‘fore you had braces
My whips all black, I guess I’m acting racist
My bitch all bad, she half black and asian
Scream “sak pase” I guess I’m acting Haitian
Out in M. I. A with some real zoes
And no lame bitches around us they all real hoes
These niggas rap good but they weirdos
And if they ever disrespect me then it’s air holes
They say do for self, that’s a word to the third
But if my nigga can’t rap I’ll buy him a bird
All real estate, fuck it, I’m buying the curb
I buy a crib every week from the hood to the burbs
Making investments with this money I’m blessed with
Nigga tryna snatch my chain, that’s a death wish
Riding through my city…
You ain’t never seen a nigga this rich and reckless
You niggas paying hoes just to stick around
Zimmer down, Mulsanne how I get around
50 rounds through the town how I… around
I’m getting richer so you know they wanna sit me down
It’s dc, double M, know they hate us
Me and Ross both got rich but we ain’t break up
Niggas falling out for the paper but try to make up
For the cameras, niggas might fool y’all but can’t fake us
Pull up in the hood I put niggas on jets
Take ‘em to Miami when they just was on steps
Selling green and serving fiends up in the ‘jects
Packs still on ‘em in the pool getting wet
They killed Dame set him on fire
And the crazy part that niggas was quiet…
…time is money so it’s sky dwellers when we buy ‘em
Rolex niggas, stretch like bowflex, nigga
Sellin’ Instagram, feds takin’ kodak, nigga
I’ve been rich since 24, you ain’t know that, nigga?
And I was taught pay that man if you owe that nigga
Gone…
And all this shit I’m talking right now is straight facts
If you’re from my hood, you know what I’m talking about