[Intro: Meek Mill]
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I ain't never give a fuck
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You think I'm supposed to give a fuck now cause I'm rich?
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Shit on me made me worse
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Hatin' ass niggas made me worse
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[Bridge: Meek Mill]
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I ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
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And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
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It just make me, it just make me
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[Hook: Meek Mill]
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And I ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
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And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
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It just make me, wana shit on ya'll niggas
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It just make me, wanna shit on ya'll bitches straight up
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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And I done seen bitches change on me for a little paper
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And I done seen niggas change on me for a little favor
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It just make me, wanna stunt on ya'll niggas
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It just make me, wanna fuck on ya'll bitches
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And I be popping bottles in the club feelin' like Meecho
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And you know my niggas gonna bring them choppas everywhere we go
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And I don't ever tuck my chain I guess it's just a niggas ego
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I'm just a young nigga ballin' wanna take me out the game D Rose
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And that make me, wanna load up the choppas go crazy
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And go and slide of every niggas that hatin' me
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And stunt of every single bitch that ever played me back then
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You don't wanna hear the Mac-10
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No one wanna hear the stories ...
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Reason why I bought the Bentley and the Aston
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To shit on niggas every time a nigga back then
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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And it made me, wanna shit on ya'll niggas
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Cause lately, I ain't been feelin' ya'll niggas
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Try and play me, I drop a brick on ya'll niggas
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And make em go crazy, on every single one of ya'll niggas straight up
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And all these hoes wanna fuck with a nigga like me
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But when I was locked down ain't none of these hoes write me
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That's why I don't chase bitches cause the money only thing inside me
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And I don't fuck with new niggas all day one niggas beside me
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We got thirties, ridin' round tryna do a nigga dirty
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Try and burn me, headshot bye bye for a birdie
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And I ain't worry, about none of ya'll niggas tryna hurt me
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I got all these killers on stand-by
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And they kill any nigga tryna murk me word up
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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We don't never hate we ain't rattin' on nobody
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When I touch twenty mill I'm a go and get that Gotti
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It just make me, wanna stack this paper
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It just make me, wanna wack these haters straight up
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And I be in the city going hard like a nigga own that
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And you be fucking with the nigga who be fucking with the niggas code red
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I can't control my dogs with them dirty they don't never hold back
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Ask about me in my city they tell you that we really on that
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I got the baddest bitch
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I got the flyest whips
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And God bless me I never ever gettin' tired of this
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I ain't worried bout nothin'
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I ain't worried bout nothin'
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Cause if I was worried bout somethin'
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All ya'll niggas gettin' murdered bout somethin' straight up
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[Hook]
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Make Me
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Meek Mill |