Meek Mill - Rich & Famous lyrics

(feat. Louie V) [Intro: Meek Mill] Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like this I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys But, uh The way I'm getting money I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever It's Double-M-G [Hook: Louie V] I wanna buy your love, tell me what it's gon' be? I wanna buy your love, everything is on me Lifestyle of the rich and the famous Don't you wanna be rich and be famous? Lifestyle of the rich and the famous Don't you wanna be rich and be famous? I wanna buy your... [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us Penthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters up So I can eat that p**y for breakfast, dinner, and lunch And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe I think she called twice Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights And I can see it in her face she had a hard night Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling d** Giving them a fix, body solid as a brick With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit Life's a b**h but I go deep up in that p**y Jerry Rice And every time I'm in the building I ain't never like She be on that pole, tryna chase her goals Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord Knows! [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Shorty so pretty and that p**y so good She used to say I was crazy, I was up to no good Till I slid all in it, started f**ing her good Red bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hood I slid up in the a** and she heard them pipes they was growling Friends wanting to f** me because they like how I'm styling But I'm cool on the snaking cause I like when she smiling We gon' leer in the air just to get right on an island We ball harder, ball horrible out in Florida Isabel Marant sneakers, you got all of them Tatted up, pa**ports just to cross borders She calling me daddy and I ain't got a daughter Said I'm cooler than them other dudes Five racks just to get her Cinderella shoes Hella Jewels, Money come in different revenues Big Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] My chick bad, looking like a bag of money She gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for me She was messing with me way before I had the money You n***as playing games, I'm really getting mad money Just to commentate, peep how I operate I put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperate I really balling, tat em all up in and out of state Been getting money for a while, I don't know how to hate They call me racked up shorty, she can smell the Aura Had her out in Bora exploring like she was Dora Million dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughter And put her in the game, She ain't f**ing with lames