Meek Mill - Tweakin' lyrics

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Meek Mill - Tweakin' lyrics

Hmm, this is my brother Yeah this is My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my— (Yeah) I like the way you work it Never met an angel that was perfect I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah) They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos 'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes Old ni**as hatin' on the young ni**as, damn Young ni**as wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them" It's lil' fish, I take ya b*tch for a swim The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull ni**as know I won't fold, I been to war Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all I get money, fu*k b*tches, and I ball My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all And y'all still couldn't body me Flow smoother than Wallaby I do it so honorably And y'all wonder why they proud of me This sh*t is rare Man, I had cops tryna lie on me I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me But looky here, I bounce back like every time I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz How could I ever trust a b*tch when I done fu*ked her friends? 'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' fu*k my man Damn, hate the game, not the players in it They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you ni**as playin' with it (Ha) In the studio, I don't sleep 'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, sh*t get deep sh*t, it get deeper and deeper, that sh*t y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin' 'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good And ni**as had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it Even if I did I wouldn't be with it I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three b*tches I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches Y'all ni**as outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three ni**as in the mix Deep down in it where y'all ni**as ain't allowed at You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at? My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these ni**as haters '21 Maybach fly by, see you later They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real (Yeah) I like the way you work it Never met an angel that was perfect I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah) They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos 'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)