Black Magic Lyrics - Meek Mill

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Could you knock that ho, could you blame that bitch?

Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me that's gon' slang that dick

Like coke to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean

Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean

Still money over these hoes

Got YSL on my clothes

And blood drip on my sneakers

Nigga, you hating on me, she chose

And I ain't fuck your girl she rode

My stick-shift she drove

Did everything that she 'posed to

I pulled my camera out and she posed

And I was like, got that

Drop that, pop that

Got the top back on the drop back, I'm back

And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped

All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that

Could you cop that? Not that

I'm light send the mob at, dime sack I'm catching on contact

Got racks, y'all niggas ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! Nigga fuck your life

Fuck your niggas and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)

Got two bad bitches with a nigga

And you know they gon' fuck all night (Right)

And I rock hard white

Nigga rich game pride

I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop

Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch

All year long, got the strip on lock

Everytime we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop

My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing

My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be fronting

Red Cartier, redbone bitch

Red bottoms on her, hair long as shit (Hold up)

Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho

And yellow bottles of Spades, nigga

Whole clique self made, nigga

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield.

Bad For You Lyrics - Meek Mill

You bring a feeling to me I never show

Nobody has made me feel this way before

I'mma good girl

But I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad-ad-ad

I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad

And they say bad girls ain't no good

Good girls ain't no fun

I still can't find a nigga that touch that, no one

And I ain't searching for it

Never trust but I'm working on it

Fell in love with that raw game

Swimming pool you surfing on it

Like 'yonce do the surfboard, surfboard

They still think you a church girl

We linking up on your days off

And I still give you that work girl

Like work, twerk

Throw it like that video, wanted that for a long time

Cool with it I get it though

First year we both fronted

We had feelings we didn't show

Second year we couldn't hide it

Funny part they didn't know

How could something that's so wrong feel so right?

But who to tell you this wrong though? this your life

Word up

You bring a feeling to me I never show

Nobody has made me feel this way before

I'mma good girl

But I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad-ad-ad

I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad

We fucking up the city, going hard every night

Players hating on us, you know lord they ain't right

Cause I broke a lot of hearts, ain't do them girls right

But you broke hearts too, but that boy ain't fight

So they don't deserve it, it feel like it's perfect

I'm loving your style the way you preserve it

You look at my eyes and see what's inside

You know that it's pride and know that I'm worth it

But said I ain't ready, baby I'm ready

Really I'm ready I'm ready like never before

I'mma just give you a key to my heart

You'll be the first that I let in the door

I used to hear that you flirt with them guys

They never would score

All you would hear about me was the women

Ain't trust them before

You know what you're doing, fuck what they said

You know what we on, when we in bed it's like we on stage

And I got the mic so let me perform

Sing it

You bring a feeling to me I never show

Nobody has made me feel this way before

I'mma good girl

But I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad-ad-ad

I wanna be bad for you

I wanna be bad.

Rico Lyrics - Meek Mill

Views, views, views

Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced

The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge

I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it

Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it

To the people that think that I owe you shit

Payback's a bitch and you know that shit

Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this

Please don't think nobody notices

I've been up for way too many days

Y'all sleepin' off on me anyway

Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway

Y'all are not true to this anyway

Ovo, east end, reps up, we might just get hit with the r.i.c.o

Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal

I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people

They gon' go tony montana and then cop them some shaq at the free throws

But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam

They told me to tell you your mans just some wastemens

And stay in your place fam

My dad is from memphis, and i'm the king

I should probably just move in to graceland

Madonna's is a ting I know it and i'm the king of pop

I'm building never-never land

How you hate me when I never met the man

We might just get hit with the r.i.c.o

'cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the eagles

I'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal

Switch it up

Today I woke up with my dream girl she as rich as a beatle

For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here

I spend a day what you make a year

I had to drop this to make it clear

That I got it loud like jamaican here

All theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin'

Violence, why we even got to take it here

Why we even got to play these games

Run up on me catch a facial hair

Its the chasers what you thought

I come through my block like I'm rico

Poppin' a wheelie no squealie can't talk to the cops that's illegal

I was like rich porter no double crossing on my peoples

I take an m to the table and split it with my niggas equal

I'm back on that hood shit

Ya that wish you would shit

I'm talking that cross you that fade you fourth quarter

Like jordan we back on that bull shit

We came up from nothing we started on list who most wanted,

But now its the forbes list

We really was doing shit

I can hear echos from feds on this beat from informants

I think they recording

Shh listen you hear that

We might just get hit with the r.i.c.o

We might just get hit with the r.i.c.o.

All Eyes On You Lyrics - Meek Mill

Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?

Are you here lookin' for love?

Got the club goin' crazy

All these bitches, but my eyes on you

Is you somebody's baby?

If you ain't, girl what we gon' do?

If you, we gon' need it, baby

Give it all up for you right now

We got the club goin' crazy

All eyes on you

She was the baddest, I was the realest

We was the flyest, up in the building

We was countin' this money, lovin' the feelin'

Look at you now, in love with a hitta

But now it's all eyes on me, and it all lies on me

To say somethin' to your pretty ass

I'm hood nigga, what you lookin' at?

'Cause I'm good for that, Birkin bags, I'm good for that

Might just be your plug for that

You might fall in love with that, got love for that

What's your name? Who you with?

Where you from? You the shit

Choose and pick, get the right one

All these chicks, got to like one

All these hit you, got to like one

All these bottles, got to like some

All these models, got the right one

What you gon' do? Hide or run?

Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?

Are you here lookin' for love?

Got the club goin' crazy

All these bitches, but my eyes on you

Is you somebody's baby?

If you ain't, girl what we gon' do?

If you, we gon' need it, baby

Give it all up for you right now

We got the club goin' crazy

All eyes on you

He was the realest, I was the baddest

We was the illest

When he approached me, I said, "Yo what the deal is?"

In and out them dealers, rockin' chinchillas

I got him in the back of that back, I think he catchin' feelings

Now it's all eyes on us, and it's all eyes on trust

And if them bitches wanna trip, tell 'em they tour guides on us

This kitty cat on reclusive, he duck, duckin' them gooses

I put him on to that new new, now he only fuck with exclusives

He was like, (What's your name?), my name Nick

(Where you from?) New York in this bitch

(Choose and pick) You got the right one

All them hoes, ain't nothin' like them

Nigga you know you'd never wife them

None of them bitches, ain't never hit this

Still at the top of all their hit lists

What they gon' do? Meek and Nick

Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough?

Are you here lookin' for love?

Got the club goin' crazy

(All these hittas, but my eyes on you

Is you somebody's baby?

If you ain't, boy what we gon' do?)

If you, we gon' need it, baby

Give it all up for you right now

We got the club goin' crazy

All eyes on you.