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Young Kings Lyrics - Dreams & Nightmares - Meek Mill

Money make the world go round 

And all the pretty girls go down 

And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip 

All white ghost I call it my cool whip 

Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks 

My life is like a movie, every day a new script 

And ain't it funny how this money make a mood switch 

Cuz they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris 

Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in 

Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been 

And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's 

With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been 

No? for these fuckboys 

On my second mil and I ain't talkin' lunch boy 

Glock 30 ridin' dirty in this? boy 

Cuz I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy 

Before I had a deal I was poppin', no promo 

All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo 

M's in my account and M's in the logo 

So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO 

 

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Young kings, young kings 

I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

And all we know is one thing, one thing 

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame 

I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

Rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

And all we know is one thing, one thing 

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame 

 

Crowns on my wrist and my head 

And I'mma ball hard in this bitch 'til I'm dead 

It's money on my mind, make me put it on your head 

And have your own homies lookin' at you like you're bread 

Tryna eat nigga, 

I'm from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga 

Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga 

No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga 

Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga 

Young kings, all I know is one thing 

Live life, one dream, started in the drug game 

Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang 

Walkin' through my city but it's lookin' like I run things 

Runnin' shit, diarrhea 

And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear 

G5 through the sky boy we outta here 

Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ 

 

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Young kings, young kings 

I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

And all we know is one thing, one thing 

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame 

I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

Rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

And all we know is one thing, one thing 

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame 

 

I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission 

Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes 

But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right 

I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night 

I keep a milli by my side because we both alike 

Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin' white 

Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me 

I'm worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be 

20 gold chains on, shit I think I'm Mr. T 

If I could live my life again I wouldn't do it differently 

Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me 

Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history 

Bitches say they missin' me, I never fall for it 

Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it 

And if my niggas need it, I tell 'em come for it 

Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin' like a small forward, swish 

 

Young kings, young kings 

I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

And all we know is one thing, one thing 

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame 

I be rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

Rollin' with some young kings, young kings 

And all we know is one thing, one thing 

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame 

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