Meek Mill - Dreams Are Worth More Than Money lyrics

(Intro) Come on, let's get it Yeah, n***a, my album coming (Asap rocky ghetto symphony - intrumental begins) Dreams worth more than money n***a This muthaf**in' summer I been gettin' so much muhf**in' $, n***a f**in all these b**hes I think I done took a year off Still snapping tho A lot of n***as fallin off, we ain't doing nothin but gettin' stronger, n***a 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 sponsored links 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 n***as p**y 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 sh**, dog ya won't believe my life Peanut bu*ter jelly on a french toast, eating right Champagne garglin', everythin' is marvelous 62' Maybach, I can barely park the sh** 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 j**eller 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 a** braids, wit the cold shooters We was playin' wit razors befo they had the little scooters sh** I walked in wit my Pumas on, ya ain't even know it These a million dolla pair of sneakers n***a, 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 f**ing got it I hit my hood, n***as lookin' f**in' sour They see me rollin' and I be like ya f**in' 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 n***a, I'm mac in the bay I'm off beat still k**in' sh**, I'm speakin' all street still k**in' sh** Hurricane the first week, I still k**ed the sh** Intro been out like a year and I'm still k**in sh**