Meek Mill - The corner lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] M-m-m-m-a No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes, they like n***as that spend money, not talk about it If you ain't gonna get the money then watcha gonna do? Hey! [Hook: Meek Mill] 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 [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Young rich n***a, I flex, look at my neck Look at my b**h, look at my wrist, got these n***as upset Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat And these hoes around me? You don't f**, you don't give them no check Cause ya'll n***as lame as f**, 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 mothaf**er like angel dust Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up All these n***as 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 a** 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, n***as is jealous, just look at your face 3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you n***as 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: 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 n***a like you, you wouldn't even get the co*k Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it I'm the richest n***a 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 n***as, let 'em know my shop reopened We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top Nasdaq hustle b**h, come get your a** in stocks [Hook] [Outro: Rick Ross] Ugh, Double M, bang!