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  • Meek Mill – Fa Sho (feat. T Dot) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

    [Hook: Tdot Illdude]
    I be getting money fucking hoes
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of things on me everywhere I go
    If you on the other side then you got to go
    Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
    Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
    I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
    I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
    I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
    And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    I’ve been getting money on the low
    Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe
    Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go
    Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
    Fuck you niggas talking shit is lit
    Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
    Got your baby momma trying to get a flick
    Now nigga tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick
    I’m just cooling with my young niggas
    She in the VIP with all these drug dealers
    Acting like she never fucked with you
    And she told me that you a fuck nigga
    When you popping like we popping my nigga ain’t no laying low
    Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo
    Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando
    Dabbing like I’m Cam tho
    Touchdown, yeah hoe

    [Hook: Tdot Illdude]
    I be getting money fucking hoes
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of things on me everywhere I go
    If you on the other side then you got to go
    Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
    Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
    I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
    I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
    I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
    And the streets know my name that’s fa sho, sho

    [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
    Yea, mobbing at the clear port
    Richard Milli all plain like the air port
    Therefore I am flyer than an air force
    Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsch
    Now we got your bitch up on the money train
    I heard she fucking what’s his name and what’s his name
    We only know your wifey by her Twitter name
    I only pop the perc so I don’t feel the pain
    Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame
    All these corny niggas winning I don’t know who to blame
    But maybe its the internet, I’ve been busy counting money you should do the same
    Every nigga round me got a body
    Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate
    In my DM acting thirsty word to Gotti
    And it be going down when I pull up to the party

    [Hook: Tdot Illdude]
    I be getting money fucking hoes
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of things on me everywhere I go
    If you on the other side then you got to go
    Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
    Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
    I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
    I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
    I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
    And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    I’m still balling, money still calling
    I’m on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talking
    Flood the whole band, it look like real water
    Ticket after ticket I feel like I’m will calling
    Niggas hating on me I don’t feel for ’em
    Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for ’em
    And my North Philly niggas do the drill for ’em
    The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on ’em, pussy!
    Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas

    [Hook: Tdot Illdude]
    I be getting money fucking hoes
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of things on me everywhere I go
    If you on the other side then you got to go
    Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
    Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
    Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
    Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
    I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
    I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
    I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
    And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho