Tweaking Lyrics – Meek Mill ft. Vory

Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules
My rules, my rules, my—

(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cuz I'm too rich to pay hoes

Old Ni*gas hating on the young Ni*gas, damn
Young Ni*gas wilding out, beefing on the 'Gram
I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am
It's funny 'Cuz this money make me lose all my friends
They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly
He moving different than them"
It's lil' fish, I take ya bi*ch for a swim
The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain
I let it whisper to them
That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
Ni*gas know I won't fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all
I get money, fu*k bi*ches, and I ball
My haters linking over my haters, it's ten of y'all
And y'all still couldn't body me
Flow smoother than Wallaby
I do it so honorably
And y'all wonder why they proud of me
This Sh*t is rare
Man, I had cops tryna lie on me
I caught a case at eighteen
They still was putting time with me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my Audemars from Francois
So I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catching Ms and I been catching tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz
How could I ever trust a bi*ch when I done fu*ked her friends?
'Cuz I know when we go our ways she gone fu*k my man
Damn, hate the game, not the players in it
They say you won't respect a ho until you laying with her
And she on Versace sheets, pu*sy-playing with it
I'm out here rapping like I'm broke
You Ni*gas playing with it (Ha)
In the studio, I don't sleep
'Cuz every time I drop, I make a million every week
I'm in a Aston Martin truck
She don't know if it's car or Jeep
But she ain't really tripping 'bout it
'Cuz all she know is she with Meek, Sh*t get deep
Sh*t, it get deeper and deeper
That Sh*t y'all talking getting cheaper and cheaper
I'm tired of hearing about y'all Pateks
And them foreigns y'all leasing
'Cuz I got mansions 'round the corner from each other
And I don't even see 'em
I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good
And Ni*gas had the nerve to tell me
I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bi*ches
I'm used to riding 'round in bulletproofs
With like two or three switches
Y'all Ni*gas outside fifty deep
I'm with like two or three Ni*gas in the mix
Deep down in it where y'all Ni*gas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these Ni*gas haters
'21 Maybach fly by, see you later
They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator
And I ain't even want 'em to see me
'Cuz I was faded, for real

Yeah! I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cuz I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)