Meek Mill - Murcielago (Doors Go Up) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Birdman, what up? Last time I seen bird, he said young n***a get this money f** these n***as And you know what I said I said, f** ‘em! [Hook: Meek Mill] Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Born sinner n***a, I was born winnin' Heart cold, but my soul warm in it Glock 40 and, I go to war with it Steady aim, shoota' with a form, with it And I go on tour with it If I see it, then you know I'm gon get it Yeah n***a, for the love of that paper I got hoes sipping, liquor, six in the morning with it I'd die for this cream, die for my dreams As I stay and I fight on the side of the ring With my back to the rope Hear the crowd as they scream But I come out on top like Mohamed Ali, woooo! These hoes f** so good Now lil' n***a get money now! Same b**hes laughing at me I was dead broke Gettin' head from 'em thinkin' how funny now! Brand new Rolls Royce in the summer now Big boy mink coats when they come around And they wanna put a hole in my soul Head shot for a hater now simmer down [Hook: Meek Mill] Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! [Verse 2: Birdman] Eight million dollars on a brand new Lamb Suicide like revolvers don't jam Mountain top, n***a, high in this fame Filthy rich, still doing my thing Popped off, we had to pop that spot Jewels flying, n***a, we so hot Yachts, condos, living that life I'll do it again and I'll pay that twice! [Hook: Meek Mill] Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up!