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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Lead Vocals
Lee Major
Lee Major
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Mollings
Johnny Mollings
Songwriter
Leigh Vincent Elliott
Leigh Vincent Elliott
Songwriter
Leonardo Mollings
Leonardo Mollings
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Major
Lee Major
Producer
Ricky Rozay
Ricky Rozay
Executive Producer
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Money make the world go round And all the pretty girls go down And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip All white ghost I call it my cool whip Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks My life is like a movie, every day a new script And ain't it funny how this money make a mood switch Cuz they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been No? for these fuckboys On my second mil and I ain't talkin' lunch boy Glock 30 ridin' dirty in this? boy Cuz I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy Before I had a deal I was poppin', no promo All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo M's in my account and M's in the logo So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO Young kings, young kings I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings And all we know is one thing, one thing Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings Rollin' with some young kings, young kings And all we know is one thing, one thing Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame Crowns on my wrist and my head And I'mma ball hard in this bitch 'til I'm dead It's money on my mind, make me put it on your head And have your own homies lookin' at you like you're bread Tryna eat nigga, I'm from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga Young kings, all I know is one thing Live life, one dream, started in the drug game Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang Walkin' through my city but it's lookin' like I run things Runnin' shit, diarrhea And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear G5 through the sky boy we outta here Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ Young kings, young kings I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings And all we know is one thing, one thing Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings Rollin' with some young kings, young kings And all we know is one thing, one thing Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night I keep a milli by my side because we both alike Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin' white Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me I'm worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be 20 gold chains on, shit I think I'm Mr. T If I could live my life again I wouldn't do it differently Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history Bitches say they missin' me, I never fall for it Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it And if my niggas need it, I tell 'em come for it Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin' like a small forward, swish Young kings, young kings I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings And all we know is one thing, one thing Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings Rollin' with some young kings, young kings And all we know is one thing, one thing Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
Writer(s): Johnny David Mollings, Leonardo V. Mollings, Leigh Vincent Elliott, Robert Rihmeek Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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