Meek Mill - YMCMB MMG lyrics

[Verse 1: Cory Gunz] Stare's blank when the trigger face Lil' n***a with a bigger base Know me young homie here's some money, you wonder now I'll make 2012 with a number dial Talking that sh** Don't know who they rappin' with Pause, I say f** I'm fast, rabbit dicks I turn the booth to a maggot pit She appear when I wave it's the David magic wrist Getting money, you b**hes can't see me like my mother home She's b**hing her dog is back with another bone Hollar for a dollar to swallow back I hit her right off of twitter, follow that I'm booking face, my network is social Young Money, Cash Money, we coach who coach you Slow up them Protools with them loco vocals What you know to, don't do, n***a I'm your go-tos, go-to Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too Fire, I will smoke you Tie, any man bear hand choke you Silence is what I go to Violent burner in the safe, burner in the car And the plates burner on the waist Find the burner and they solving the case Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist I don't give a f** if your moms and all is in the play Get your pops, get popped, n***a pop off Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off Glock and it getting hot, knock ya socks off Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off Block n***as by the block when its blocked off Swat looking for the yacht when is docked off In the spot where n***as plot to get bopped, pause And when the waps stop then ya top off [Verse 2: Meek Mill] YMCMB Double M G, you know me Old school flow like Kool Moe Dee Coastal flow, I move low key Make a move OT Get a brick for the low 95 South get a chick that would go Every three-six let the b**h get an O I put it in the hood that b**h better snow In the middle of summer, do numbers n***as better run from us that, in front us That Mac-10 with a drummer, they want us Tell them n***as run up, get done up When that automatic get clapping like Cory Gunz when he rapping That sh** be spitting so fast and my n***as we platinum And I'm On the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on Thirty thou like I got a Camero Chevy on I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one And n***as sleeping on me, guess I get my Freddy on Nightmare on you record label I tell em put the dirty money on the other table You ever seen a hundred racks off fiend money That Martin Luther King, I had a dream money I can tell you n***as never seen money We selling white girl, getting Christine money Aguilera, I'm in the Panamera n***as whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em I know these s**as looking, I can't see em though My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though They call me, mister f** a n***a, I don't need a ho Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up I'm gone b**h I'm gone Double-M G YMCMB