Meek Mill - The Trillest (Lyrics)

[Hook: Meek Mill]

Was the money good?, Was em bitches bad? Was them fuckin' good?

Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?

If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky

For the trillest, for the trillest

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

See my momma cry too many tears

And we been broke like too many years

It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there

And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids

To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids

Too many bids, just gave 'em kids too many years

As soon as you get that money, that's sooner they appear

Some [?] as soon as you share

And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same

I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain

I should've hit the crib with my son and play a game

But instead I ended up at the jeweler to make a chain

It's saying saying when you make money it make you change

Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I made a lane

Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains

And takin' planes, I put the work in and made a name

But the question is...

[Hook: Meek Mill]

Was the money good?, Was them bitches bad? was they fuckin' good?

Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?

If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky

For the trillest, for the trillest

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch

Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this

I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit

Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep that shit

I got blood on my money, ether in my soul

Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?

Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose

With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peepin' at my ghost

Money made me iller, already was realer

Young kings killin', young kings over skrilla

That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller

Or Reggie when I shoot for that three

They drop fetty, that's good money

Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young

When we get some paper, we cop Prezis [?]

20 inch rims for the dope boy

Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy

Got that [?] off money, fuck I need a note for!?

In them school hallways like "fuck I need a note for!?"

We ain't wanna go to class, was sellin' coke raw

The principal was coppa too, hit him with a snowball

[Hook: Meek Mill]

Was the money good?, Was them bitches bad? was they fuckin' good?

Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?

If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky

For the trillest, for the trillest

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

Lookin' for that intro I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo

Match kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga

Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo

When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though

Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low

Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go

And they still say I'm arrogant

I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus

When I get that money like I married it

1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it

Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch like Harriet

Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot

Pull up on 'em niggas that got to me, shit, embarrassin'

I'mma real nigga with money, never trash it

You a fake niggas with money, it's no comparison

Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it

And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'

They told me that I couldn't be trap, I started trappin' it

Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate

I'mma just go sit up in this back again

Smoke the weed and laugh at 'em

Make a couple million by accident

Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again

Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative

Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did it on 'em Benjamins

Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a-

Whole 'nother level from before now

Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down

When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"

Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now

Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"

I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down

Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down

We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!