歌曲 | Lights Camera Action (Ft. Maino & Troy Ave) |
歌手 | Meek Mill |
专辑 | Dreams Are Worth More Than Money |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[Intro: Maino] | |
This *******t'll bust a ***** | |
I don't think you understand where it is we come from | |
I'm talkin' about nothin' ***** | |
No money in our pockets and the refrigerator's empty | |
Now it's lobster and steak and zero mileage on the Bentleys | |
We comin' for *****s' spots man | |
We ain't never settlin' for this *******t | |
[Hook: Troy Ave] | |
Lights camera action (say cheese) | |
I'm flashy and ca*******n' (moneys) | |
Greedy women lappin' | |
It's the laws of attraction (powder) | |
Lights camera action (say cheese) | |
I'm flashy and ca*******n' (moneys) | |
Greedy women lappin' | |
It's the laws of attraction (powder) | |
Gettin' dough (powder) | |
Pure and slow (powder) | |
You already know (powder) | |
[Verse 1: Maino] | |
I was born a king | |
I'ma die a god | |
My tattoos tell a story that's behind my scars | |
Hangin' out of the phantom screamin' the world is ours | |
Fell asleep then I woke up inside a ménage | |
Dream chasin' these ******* beggin' for penetration | |
*****s hatin' but they really just want me to save 'em | |
Can't take it, these *****s ain't really who they claim | |
These boys different, they club snitchin' who can I blame? | |
Ghetto baby I had to make it with few choices | |
Now I'm posin' for pictures standin' on Rolls-Royces | |
I was chosin', money throwin', these strippers open | |
[?] golden | |
King of Brooklyn, killas love me, thugs salute me | |
Got some old school shooters that call they hammers toolies | |
My life a movie, lights cameras and action | |
You think it's rap til my homie pass me the Mac-10 | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 2: Meek Mill] | |
I was born a slave | |
I'ma die a king | |
Red beams bout that ass then it's badda bing | |
I heard *****s talkin' [?] not a thing | |
Whippin' white like I'm tryna get revenge for Rodney King | |
In the kitchen whippin' up the yams 'til the stove break | |
Pistol whip a ***** with the seven 'til the nose break | |
You ain't never turned a made man into a closed case | |
Headshot, blow his brains out, rip his whole face | |
Momma can't identify | |
Dreamchasers enterprise | |
***** this the genocide | |
Kids lettin' semis fly | |
I did this *******t too many times | |
Put me on any side | |
I'm makin' *****s minimize | |
Mac hit em fifty times, whoa! | |
[Hook] |
Intro: Maino | |
This t' ll bust a | |
I don' t think you understand where it is we come from | |
I' m talkin' about nothin' | |
No money in our pockets and the refrigerator' s empty | |
Now it' s lobster and steak and zero mileage on the Bentleys | |
We comin' for s' spots man | |
We ain' t never settlin' for this t | |
Hook: Troy Ave | |
Lights camera action say cheese | |
I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
Greedy women lappin' | |
It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
Lights camera action say cheese | |
I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
Greedy women lappin' | |
It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
Gettin' dough powder | |
Pure and slow powder | |
You already know powder | |
Verse 1: Maino | |
I was born a king | |
I' ma die a god | |
My tattoos tell a story that' s behind my scars | |
Hangin' out of the phantom screamin' the world is ours | |
Fell asleep then I woke up inside a me nage | |
Dream chasin' these beggin' for penetration | |
s hatin' but they really just want me to save ' em | |
Can' t take it, these s ain' t really who they claim | |
These boys different, they club snitchin' who can I blame? | |
Ghetto baby I had to make it with few choices | |
Now I' m posin' for pictures standin' on RollsRoyces | |
I was chosin', money throwin', these strippers open | |
? golden | |
King of Brooklyn, killas love me, thugs salute me | |
Got some old school shooters that call they hammers toolies | |
My life a movie, lights cameras and action | |
You think it' s rap til my homie pass me the Mac10 | |
Hook | |
Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
I was born a slave | |
I' ma die a king | |
Red beams bout that ass then it' s badda bing | |
I heard s talkin' ? not a thing | |
Whippin' white like I' m tryna get revenge for Rodney King | |
In the kitchen whippin' up the yams ' til the stove break | |
Pistol whip a with the seven ' til the nose break | |
You ain' t never turned a made man into a closed case | |
Headshot, blow his brains out, rip his whole face | |
Momma can' t identify | |
Dreamchasers enterprise | |
this the genocide | |
Kids lettin' semis fly | |
I did this t too many times | |
Put me on any side | |
I' m makin' s minimize | |
Mac hit em fifty times, whoa! | |
Hook |
Intro: Maino | |
This t' ll bust a | |
I don' t think you understand where it is we come from | |
I' m talkin' about nothin' | |
No money in our pockets and the refrigerator' s empty | |
Now it' s lobster and steak and zero mileage on the Bentleys | |
We comin' for s' spots man | |
We ain' t never settlin' for this t | |
Hook: Troy Ave | |
Lights camera action say cheese | |
I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
Greedy women lappin' | |
It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
Lights camera action say cheese | |
I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
Greedy women lappin' | |
It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
Gettin' dough powder | |
Pure and slow powder | |
You already know powder | |
Verse 1: Maino | |
I was born a king | |
I' ma die a god | |
My tattoos tell a story that' s behind my scars | |
Hangin' out of the phantom screamin' the world is ours | |
Fell asleep then I woke up inside a mé nage | |
Dream chasin' these beggin' for penetration | |
s hatin' but they really just want me to save ' em | |
Can' t take it, these s ain' t really who they claim | |
These boys different, they club snitchin' who can I blame? | |
Ghetto baby I had to make it with few choices | |
Now I' m posin' for pictures standin' on RollsRoyces | |
I was chosin', money throwin', these strippers open | |
? golden | |
King of Brooklyn, killas love me, thugs salute me | |
Got some old school shooters that call they hammers toolies | |
My life a movie, lights cameras and action | |
You think it' s rap til my homie pass me the Mac10 | |
Hook | |
Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
I was born a slave | |
I' ma die a king | |
Red beams bout that ass then it' s badda bing | |
I heard s talkin' ? not a thing | |
Whippin' white like I' m tryna get revenge for Rodney King | |
In the kitchen whippin' up the yams ' til the stove break | |
Pistol whip a with the seven ' til the nose break | |
You ain' t never turned a made man into a closed case | |
Headshot, blow his brains out, rip his whole face | |
Momma can' t identify | |
Dreamchasers enterprise | |
this the genocide | |
Kids lettin' semis fly | |
I did this t too many times | |
Put me on any side | |
I' m makin' s minimize | |
Mac hit em fifty times, whoa! | |
Hook |