Meek Mill – Tony Story 3 lyrics



Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin’ every week the coppers comin’ through
And homicides scoopin’ niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in some shit just like a number two
So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money
On his second body so you don’t want to war with money
Paulie got the word that somebody turned informant on him
Remember when he banged on Tony brother spin the corner on him
Maybe its them young niggas, talkin’ to the police
Thinking about it every night, ain’t been gettin’ no sleep
He been spinnin’ ’round that same corner for the whole week
Lookin’ for them muthafuckers that was there with Tony brother when he let the clip roll on ’em
Going crazy thinkin’ ’bout who told on him
Time tickin’ doors ’bout to close on him
Them boys on the way to see the judge for a warrant
And they got his name on it, tryna put them chains on him
Cold as them streets is, he tryna remain on it
Even though the cops lurkin’, got to keep them things on ’em
Layin’ low at Kee crib, only one ain’t changed on him
And she givin’ info, told where to hit for
Put ’em deep with Tony lil’ cousins and his kin folk
Paulie on some other shit, tryna get ’em sent for
Them young nigga bendin’ backwards for him like its limbo
And they tryna kill somethin’, cops tryna build somethin’
Paulie ain’t tryna do no time take a deal, nothin’
Loadin’ up his AK banana tryna peel somethin’
Tryna catch a rat nigga slippin’ ‘fore they spill somethin’
Somebody gon’ die
And mommas gon’ cry
Before Paulie doin’ time
Cause Paulie gon’ ride
Back in the field he got his 40 on him
Watchin’ out for tinted windows when they pull up on him
He don’t even trust the niggas ’round the corner from him
That he grew up with, he done got into it with
Investigatin’ niggas if they tellin’ or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin’ the block
But Paulie don’t give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law and respect of the Glock
Hold up the phone ringin’ said they rushin’ the spot
The only time he play that crib is when he fuckin’ a thot
He was fuckin’ with Kee and she was fuckin’ an op
But he ain’t never think about it, she’ll fuck with the cops
She told ’em everything nigga
I know you thought that she’ll never sing would you?
Rule number one: keep them bitches from out your business
Rule number two: better kill ’em you know they snitchin’
It’s all fun and games ’til them bitches turn to a witness
And know you in the courtroom waiting to get your sentence
Saw you out at Kee crib four in the morn’
Parked up seat low to the floor
She on the way he feel a way, this was one of his whores
And since he been on the run, he been fuckin’ em more
Thinkin’ about her if she come, open the door
Take a deep breath, I know what I’m doin’
Cause she gon’ go to court and she gon’ go to the morgue
And he gon’ to jail and she gon’ go to the mall
So he started walkin’ while she parking
Wasn’t even cautious
Parked up on her, had to drive her window out the darkness
He was supposed to shoot her, but he started talkin’
She screamin’ out “I’m pregnant,” now he thinkin’ “Aw shit”
Started second guessin’, that’s when them cars spin
Paulie heart dropped he seen the Taurus
So he took off runnin’ with the hammer, tried to toss it
Cops shootin’ metal slugs rippin’ through the car tint
Bullets hit his body while he runnin’ and now he fallin’
Damn Paulie, bullet holes
Cuffs on let him bleed
Double murder, attempted murder, yes indeed
If he live, life sentence never leave
If he dies nobody cry for the bad guy
Fronted niggas workin’ they the glad guys
Happy they ain’t got to pay the tab guys
Paulie make it through to see the trap God
Drownin’ in his blood on his back side
They say he gon’ pull through and he gettin’ charged too
Lawyer came to see him said he need like 80 large too
Got him in the County Tony people ‘hind them walls too
And they say his little cousin crippin’ bangin’ hard too
And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on Part 2
And he can’t wait to fall through
Friday they callin’ yard too
And Paulie on crutches took the screw up out the handles scrape that bitch ’til it got sharp too
To be continued
I, know, you, want me to fall
But, I can’t
Part 4 gon’ be a movie nigga, literally



Meek Mill – Litty Lyrics



[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Woo!
I’m on my way to an island
And I’m popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)
Niggas be broke and be shopping
But still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke)
They said that they honest, talk money
These niggas gonna say that they got it
Get it now boy, the key to success
And these niggas gon’ blame it on Khaled
They don’t want to see you win (they don’t)
They don’t want to see the Wraith (no)
You don’t want to see your bitch caught up in the stars
Like she’s outer space
Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion and I’m running out of space
K.O. on me, keep ’em coming out his mouth, I’m sending somethin’ round his way
Niggas barely getting lawyer money
Better get some Sig Sauer money
Running around like you’re Superman
Don’t be selfish, get your mom insurance money(hah!)
Cause I’m the one to put it on your money
I’m the one that make it happen it to you
Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Feature money out the safe
Went and brought a Wraith
Brought it down Collins
Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city they don’t want problems
Niggas said they gon’ rob us
But nigga we coming for welfare
A shooter money when I pull it out of you
Catch a bullet like a NFL player
Should’ve known it was litty
When bitches start lying on my dick
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Can’t even be a side, side bitch
I’m hittin’ 9, 10’s and you ain’t even looking like you a 5
Roll bitches trying to do it for Twitter
When they used to do it for Vine
I’m the man of the hour, I’m the nigga with the airtime
Rolls Royce Wraith
Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
Niggas be talking ’bout my hair line
I laugh about it, I be feelin’ them
See, we both be making M’s
They be making memes, I be making millions
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
A Q.M, that’s a quarter milli
They don’t wanna see Jae drop “6 Fly”
Private when he go to Philly
Funny money, yeah I know it’s silly
But your hoe feel me when I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it
I promise she gon’ know it’s litty, motherfucker, yeah

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All my niggas is way up
These niggas are haters, I know that they’re haters (fuckers)
I score your bitch like a lay up
I make a mil’ like a layup
I pop a pill just to stay up
I sip the lean just to slow it up
I’m with my team and we going up
All these foreigns, they know it’s us
Whip it whip it whip it whip it like the coco when we mix the soda up
Perfect timing and we’re blowing up
Fuck it, I’m gonna light the Rollie up
Shawty fucking for Chanel
I ain’t tripping, that’s a coconut
Push the ride to the motor bus
Stack the paper fill the sofa up
Lie on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
I feel like it’s a restraining order on that money cause y’all stay away from that paper
I know some niggas that used to be balling but know they all feeling a way ’bout this paper
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred, after hundred
They thought I was making this paper
Fuckin’ it good, I be raping this paper
Shit I might as well get married to money
I marry Nicki, still married to money
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money
(Bury the mills), I bury the money
It hang out my pocket embarrasing money
I act like I ain’t used to having this money

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see their bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

Meek Mill – Tony Story 3

Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin’ every week the coppers comin’ through
And homicides scoopin’ niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in some shit just like a number two
So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money
On his second body so you don’t want to war with money
Paulie got the word that somebody turned informant on him
Remember when he banged lil’ Tony brother spin the corner on him
Maybe its them young niggas, talkin’ to the police
Thinking about it every night, ain’t been gettin’ no sleep
He been spinnin’ ’round that same corner for the whole week
Lookin’ for them muthafuckers that was there with Tony brother when he let the clip roll on ’em
Going crazy thinkin’ ’bout who told on him
Time tickin’ doors ’bout to close on him
Them boys on the way to see the judge for a warrant
And they got his name on it, tryna put them chains on him
Cold as them streets is, he tryna remain on it
Even though the cops lurkin’, got to keep them things on ’em
Layin’ low at Kee crib, only when they changed on him
And she givin’ info, told where to hit for
Put ’em deep with Tony lil’ cousins and his kin folk
Paulie on some other shit, tryna get ’em sent for
Them young nigga bendin’ backwards for him like its limbo
And they tryna kill somethin’, cops tryna build somethin’
Paulie ain’t tryna do no time take a deal, nothin’
Loadin’ up his AK banana tryna peel somethin’
Tryna catch a rat nigga slippin’ ‘fore they spill somethin’
Somebody gon’ die
And mommas gon’ cry
Before Paulie doin’ time
Cause Paulie gon’ ride
Back in the field he got his 40 on him
Watchin’ out for tinted windows when they pull up on him
He don’t even trust the niggas ’round the corner from him
That he grew up with, he done got into it with
Investigatin’ niggas if they tellin’ or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin’ the block
But Paulie don’t give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law and respect of the Glock
Hold up the phone ringin’ said they rushin’ the spot
The only time he play that crib is when he fuckin’ a thot
He was fuckin’ with Kee and she was fuckin’ an op
But he ain’t never think about it, she’ll fuck with the cops
She told ’em everything nigga
I know you thought that she’ll never sing would you?
Rule number one: keep them bitches from out your business
Rule number two: better kill ’em you know they snitchin’
It’s all fun and games ’til them bitches turn to a witness
And know you in the courtroom waiting to get your sentence
Saw you out at Kee crib four in the morn’
Parked up seat low to the floor
She on the way he feel a way, this was one of his whores
And since he been on the run, he been fuckin’ em more
Thinkin’ about her if she come, open the door
Take a deep breath, I know what I’m doin’
Cause she gon’ go to court and she gon’ go to them all
And he gon’ to jail and she gon’ go to the mall
So he started walkin’ while she parking
Wasn’t even cautious
Parked up on her, had to drive her window out the darkness
He was supposed to shoot her, but he started talkin’
She screamin’ out “I’m pregnant,” now he thinkin’ “Aw shit”
Started second guessin’, that’s when them cars spin
Paulie heart dropped he seen the Taurus
So he took off runnin’ with the hammer, tried to toss it
Cops shootin’ metal slugs rippin’ through the car tint
Bullets hit his body while he runnin’ and now he fallin’
Damn Paulie, bullet holes
Cuffs on let him bleed
Double murder, attempted murder, yes indeed
If he live, life sentence never leave
If he dies nobody cry for the bad guy
Fronted niggas workin’ they the glad guys
Happy they ain’t got to pay the tab guys
Paulie make it through to see the trap God
Drownin’ in his blood on his back side
They say he gon’ pull through and he gettin’ charged too
Lawyer came to see him said he need like 80 large too
Got him in the County Tony people ‘hind them walls too
And they say his little cousin crippin’ bangin’ hard too
And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on Part 2
And he can’t wait to fall through
Friday they callin’ yard too
And Paulie on crutches took the screw up out the handles scrape that bitch ’til it got sharp too
To be continued
I, know, you, want me to fall
But, I can’t
Part 4 gon’ be a movie nigga, literally