Meek Mill - Dreams Worth More Than Money (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Come on let's get it Ya n***a my album comin' Dreams worth more than money n***a This mother f**in' summer I been gettin' so much mof**in' money n***a f**in' all these b**hes I think I done took a year off Still snappin' though 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 1] My man got booked with a stone of white If they make his bail a 'mil, he coming home tonight I went from standing on them corners, jumping on them flights Talking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping 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 walking like Mike doing 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 you won't believe my life Peanut bu*ter jelly on a french toast, eating right Champagne gargling, everything is marvelous 62 Maybach, I can barely park the sh** Got these rappers scared see em' shaking 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 with a brand new mac and it's 45 So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides Cause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheese steak I told Diddy, I ain't walking for no cheesecake Cause the j**eller making the band with the freeze face I'm on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states [Verse 2] Do it for the vine, I ain't gonna do it Lets talk about the time when I use to go through it Nappy a** braids, with the cold shooters We was playing with razors before they had the little scooters sh** I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain't even know it These a million dollar pair of sneaks n***a, you ain't even know it Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it Cause 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 you think I did, I went and f**ing got it I hit my hood, n***as looking f**ing sour They see me rolling and I be like you f**ing coward I just want to ball, spending the quarter on y'all Just take a look at my car, you don't remember I starved I want it all Back in the day, packing the K All that hate I made that go away I do you dirty go you back to the A Put in the verse like that Mac in you face And Philly n***a, I'm mac in the bay I'm off beat still k**ing sh**, I'm speaking all street still k**ing sh** Hurricane the first week, I still k**ed the sh** Intro been out like a year and I'm still k**ing sh**