Classic (Dreams Worth More Than Money 2015)

Текст песни Swizz Beatz and Meek Mill - Classic (Dreams Worth More Than Money 2015)

Whoo! It's hot outside man
Meek Milly is coming daddy

Hundred for the walkthrough, I'm not who you talk to
Drive by and wet you up, nigga that's a carpool (damn)
Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar cool (ah)
Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon (whoo)

Call me Meek Milly, I don't play that shit (right?)
Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique
Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain like I made that shit (ladies and gentlemen)

I've been front row fashion week, looking like I'm in the show (huh)
Sitting in the foreign, leather softer than a dinner roll (right?)
Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role (telling me)
You thought she was innocent, we're laughing like she has been a ho (ho)

Jumpin' out them Benzos, meet yo' bitch in the friend zone (hm)
She told you I was friend zoned, what? I'm in the end zone
Touchdown with a two point conversion, give her that dick long (damn)
She's busting like the clip long, Uber to send your bitch home nigga
It's hot outside, it's Meek Milly season (you know, uh)

I got a fever bitch
Hot outside, I got a fever, bitch (oh)
Feeling sick, I got a fever bitch (find my curve)
In these Philly streets, situations is (situations is)
Police ain't respecting the youth and (whoo, whoo)
The youth ain't respecting the truth and (what sup)
The Glock 9 is on me in the booth and (right here)
All I talk is that real shit, the truth and (get down)

The money turned your bitch into a gold digger (what gold?)
The money got me feeling like the old Jigga (whoo)
And Jigga even told me you're a cold nigga (more over)
They ain't believe me I was broke, but I showed niggas (showed too)

And I told niggas (oh) that I would expose niggas
Went to buy a pair of sneaks, landed at the Royce dealer (damn)
Brand new paper tag, haters never made me mad (damn)
You can ask your baby momma, I'm flyer than her baby dad (God damn it)

Looking at my neck, what is that cost? Hundred-80 cash (whoo)
Looking at my bitch, she reminds me of a Stacey Dash (damn)
We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon Dash
Oh, you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin' ass?

We don't chase bitches, we chase money and that D'ussé (hm)
'Cause when you get the money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupee
And if you're just hearing this, then it's probably too late

I got a fever bitch
Hot outside, I got a fever, bitch (oh)
Feeling sick, I got a fever bitch (find my curve)
In these Philly streets, situations is (situations is)
Police ain't respecting the youth and (whoo, whoo)
The youth ain't respecting the truth and (what sup?)
The Glock 9 on me in the booth and (right here)
All I talk is that real shit, the truth and

Meek Milly, Mack Milly (Milly)
Get smacked silly (silly) come to Philly (Philly)
Come see it (come see it) live and direct (live and direct)
You know (you know) God damn it! (God damn it!)