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Meek Mill - Dreams Are Worth More Than Money Lyrics

(Intro)
Come on, let's get it
Yeah, nigga, my album coming
(Asap rocky ghetto symphony - intrumental begins)
Dreams worth more than money nigga
This muthafuckin' summer
I been gettin' so much muhfuckin' $, nigga
Fuckin all these bitches
I think I done took a year off
Still snapping tho
A lot of niggas fallin off, we ain't doing nothin but gettin' stronger, nigga
New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser
Let's get it!

(Verse)
My man got booked wit a stone of white
If they make his bail a mil, he comin' home tonight
I went from standin' on them corners, jumpin' on them flights
Talkin' jumpin' out of Bentleys, jumpin' on them bikes
Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on
Niggas pussy in the dark, let's turn them lights on
I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on
Now it's Italian marble, moon walkin' like Mike doin'
Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic
I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite
Its levels to this shit, dog ya won't believe my life
Peanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating right
Champagne garglin', everythin' is marvelous
62' Maybach, I can barely park the shit
Got these rappers scared see em' shakin' like it's Parkinsons
If they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonist
A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, that's why I stay strapped wit a brand new mac and it's 45
So when they jump fast, betta whistle like offsides
Cuz I'm from Philly, we'll eat yo cheese steak
I told Diddy, I ain't walkin' fo' no cheesecake
Cuz the jeweller makin' the band wit the freeze face
I'm on now, I got neighbors like in three states

(Verse 2)
Do it fo' the vine, I ain't gonna do it
Lets talk about the time when I use to go thru it
Nappy ass braids, wit the cold shooters
We was playin' wit razors befo they had the little scooters
Shit I walked in wit my Pumas on, ya ain't even know it
These a million dolla pair of sneakers nigga, ya ain't even know it
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it
Cuz he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he ain't even show it
At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle
At 22 I wanted the hottest model
At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce
So what ya think I did, I went and fucking got it
I hit my hood, niggas lookin' fuckin' sour
They see me rollin' and I be like ya fuckin' coward
I just want to ball, spendin' the quarter on y'all
Just take a look at my car, ya don't remember I starved
I want it all
Back in the day, packin' the kay
All that hate I made that go away
I do ya dirty go ya back to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac hit ya face
And Philly nigga, I'm mac in the bay
I'm off beat still killin' shit, I'm speakin' all street still killin' shit
Hurricane the first week, I still killed the shit
Intro been out like a year and I'm still killin shit