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Meek Mill - Amen (feat. Drake)

Amen
Meek Mill
04:49
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[Intro: Meek Mill]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women, He let into my life,
All the Benjamins, You let me count,
Wealth and health,
For my family,
And lettin' me ball on these niggas.

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Now there's a lot of bad bitches in the building, (Amen.)
A couple real niggas in the building, (Amen.)
I'm finna kill niggas in the building. (Amen.)
I tell the waiter, "Fifty bottles!", and she tell me, "Say when?"
And I say, "Church!" (Preach!)
We make it light up like a church. (Preach!)
She wanna fuck and I say, "Church!" (Preach!)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church. (Preach!)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose,
Pull up in the Phantom, watch them bitches catch the Holy Ghost.
Errtime I step up in the dealer, I be goin' broke.
Shorty wanna fuck me, I say, "Get on top and roller coast!"
And I lay back, she go cray, fuck me good, but she no stay,
Murder on that pussy, let her boyfriend get that D.O.A.
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay,
Plus I'm on probation, when they test me, I just pee rosay,
'Cause last night I went hard, Peach Cîroc, Patrón and all,
Thirty racks on magnum bottles, I think, I was born to ball.
Lookin' like a million, plus fresh, I'm out that corner store.
Hater, I be doin' me, you, guys, should be doin' y'all.
I'm stackin' money to the ceiling,
All this ice that's in my Rollie, I be chillin'.
And I just made a couple million,
So I could take care of them children. Let's go!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Just bought my niggas some 'cane, so much it came with a plane,
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat,
I just bought me a crib, so big it came with a moat,
For niggas jumping the fence, I hope, you niggas, can float.
And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin' 'bout, how they livin',
And loanin' a little money and keepin' 'em out of prison,
I ain't lyin' in my verses, I'm just tellin' you the basics
Of growin' up with your friends and becomin' the one that made it, yes, Lord!
All gold, man, I got these bitches soul,
Talkin' bout these other rappers, gettin' old is even gettin' old,
Worryin' about your followers, you need to get your dollars up.
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up,
And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough.
Spent my whole life puttin' on, you spend your whole life puttin' up.
Ain't no telling, when I go, so there ain't shit, that I'mma wait for.
I'm the type to say a prayer, then go get, what I just prayed for.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win and shit.
Devil in a dress, but if she knock, I let her in,
And if she knock, I let her in.
I have her wet by 12 o'clock, then 3 o'clock she wet again.
I'm screaming, "Oh, Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good!"
I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think, I should.
She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti,
And she said, she got a man, we keep it secret, illuminati.
(Got Patrón on deck.) And Cîroc all in my bottle,
(Push it all on her.) She was on that reposado,
(She take it all off.) And I think, I'll rep Serato,
In this bitch I'm spendin', like I hit the lotto, 'cause it's a lot of...

[Hook]

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