Meek Mill — Pandemonium

Three passports, three first class Tickets to the money, straight flights I live by the code, wardrobe from 'round the globe All I need is a kilo, an apron, show me the stove General Electric, perfected, cooking them O's No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves Hoes, I need a condom for my toast Busting in these niggas standing flat footed, I'm on my toes Froze, pandemonium overdose Paparazzi in the trees, please, curtains closed Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf Heroin transactions with Russian shots of the Smirnoff Playing for keeps, I busting 'em 'fore she get off I run the city, just pull up and drop the kid off, ha Welcome to organized crime Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times The '45 for you niggas with 9 lives Penthouse on college money, long as Ocean drive Black Chevy Tahoe's, stations up the potholes My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss Counting money stacks, yours' counterfeited I made my money back when your accountant didn't Went against the odds, it's only one Rozay My nigga okay I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front Step out on the block, all the bitches they still in shock Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number 1 niggas, your bitch notice it Million ways to make this money, you gon' get it On the grind 24/7 I'm with it YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid Jumping out the Phantom like a motherfucking midget Money knocking at the front door, I'm like, who is it? It's Benjy, tell my lil nigga, go and get it Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm gon' spend it I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it Three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it Four for my niggas that be stacking and then blowing it You would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian I was trying to bag a brick, you was Nickelodeon I was in them trenches, getting down and dirty serving it We's part of the reason that them churches got some services The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering Nigga called my phone, talking reckless, I ain't heard of it Fuck ya girl, give her back, I'm courteous I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a menage with Nicki And be out London with Lauren and telling Meagan good morning Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton With Paris from Hollywood to the hood I want a mom and I swear that I want 'em all, wanna fuck 'em all Had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law Monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking Raw She gon' wipe me down, I'm gon' brush her off I'm way harder than the concrete, I say what my mind speak Word to the homies Ross, I can get that 9 Piece For the low that 9 cheap, call me if you want it Haters see me and I'm staying got 'em sick to they stomach I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front Step out on the block, all the bitches they still in shock Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number one niggas, your bitch notice it Whole time, see that fly shit I've been on All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off That's game bitch ain't shit, nudies and some J six Where I'm from, it's cold and niggas get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful Bitches disappoint you but money won't ever stress you They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down So all that shit you niggas kicking with worried about Catch me at the carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half Flyest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad, bitch I got a right to brag Bitch, I got a right to boast Presidential suite and bitch and I never use my right to vote My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous And I am dead serious, bitch, I spit with embalming Shout out to lil G, shout out Tre and Mohammad That BOA shit we get paid with death over dishonor I'm known as Obama's don't, I know no one in Congress These bitches love me all the way, you got sort of's and kind of's Sort of remind you, why you don't call no vagina Just give 'em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires Quietly becoming a top ten, you dreamed of getting cream Best believe I'm John Deere, Smith, greenist Moncler shit Earth tones in the winter, Purp rolled in a rillo I am on my John Lithgow Out of this 3rd Rock, nigga it out I am on my Tom Brady, y'all niggas is Eric Crouch What the blood clot, Tommy Frazier, fuck yourself I can see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious Y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen Always on some new shit CNN, shitting on these niggas like I need a pen I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front Step out on the block, all the bitches they still in shock Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number 1 niggas, your bitch notice it