Off The Corner

Meek Mill

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

    I graduated from the streets, no diploma
    I made a million on that corner
    I mixed pedico 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 made a million on that, I made a million on that
    I made a million on that corner

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    Young rich nigga, I flex, look at my neck
    Look at my bitch, look at my wrist, got these niggas upset
    Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat
    And these hoes around me?
    You don't fuck, you don't give them no check
    Cause ya'll niggas lame as fuck, none of these chumps can't hang with us
    All these chains getting tangled up
    And my clique armed and dangerous, and we'll flame you up
    You get smoked mothafucker like angel dust
    Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up
    All these niggas on angels 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 purple, go mad long like skrrt
    Been through your hood in a wraith, niggas is jealous, just look at your face
    3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you niggas 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

    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 nigga like you, you wouldn't even get the cock
    Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it
    I'm the richest nigga outta Dayton-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 niggas, let 'em know my shop reopened
    We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top
    Nasdaq hustle bitch, come get your ass in stocks

    Rick Ross:
    Ugh, Double M, bang!

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