เนื้อเพลง Been That - Meek Mill
เนื้อเพลง Been That
I Been That n*gga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that n*gga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that n*gga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that n*gga on the corner with the most
I been that n*gga, I been that n*gga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n*gga
I been that n*gga, I been that n*gga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that n*gga
I been that n*gga on the corner nappy braids and selling hard
Now I pull up on 'em b*tches got them texting oh my god
I got b*tches out in Paris that be texting "ooh la la"
I hit back like "Who this" she hit back, you forgot
Real n*ggas gone link up but my H-town pouring drink up
Just me and Junior in the brinks truck
Doing all this sh*t we ain't think of
Trying to wild out cause we cranked up
I'm blue-dottin that pink stuff
Maraj putting that p*ssy on me
Ten bands throw her mink up
I got money all in my mind ho
What do you think think I grind for?
Condoms all in my condo
Pocket change what you signed for?
My n*ggas my n*ggas
My n*ggas my hitters, we finna get richer
I'm talking about bigger and bigger
They stealing my swag just look at my pictures
I been that n*gga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that n*gga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that n*gga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that n*gga on the corner with the most
I been that n*gga, I been that n*gga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n*gga
I been that n*gga, I been that n*gga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that n*gga
[Rick Ross:]
Blew a half a kilo on my cuban link to watch it swing
No short, baking soda standing at the sink
Swerving in my wraith I should just pull up at the church
Have these n*ggas playing on me devils wish it was a hearse
In my all black shades, motherf*cking Ray Charles
I used to mop the floors now who the motherf*cking boss?
I been that n*gga that could get em by the two's
Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my loubs
You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew
Coke white, sour creme, b*tter all in my coupe
Put my dogs on celery, you see we all be blowing loud
Chopper still might judge a jury I could take this b*tch to trial
I been that n*gga 'fore the money and the fame
I been that n*gga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that n*gga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that n*gga on the corner with the most
I been that n*gga, I been that n*gga
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n*gga
I been that n*gga, I been that n*gga
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that n*gga