Rich and Famous Lyrics - Meek Mill Ft. Louie V

Rich and Famous Lyrics - Meek Mill Ft. Louie V

 [Intro: Meek Mill]

Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like this

I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys

But, uh

The way I'm getting money

I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever

It's Double-M-G

[Hook: Louie V]

I wanna buy your love, tell me what it's gon' be?

I wanna buy your love, everything is on me

Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?

Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?

I wanna buy your...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust

Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us

Penthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters up

So I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch

And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe

I think she called twice

Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights

And I can see it in her face she had a hard night

Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love

It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs

Giving them a fix, body solid as a brick

With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit

Life's a bitch but I go deep up in that pussy Jerry Rice

And every time I'm in the building I ain't never like

She be on that pole, tryna chase her goals

Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord Knows!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Shorty so pretty and that pussy so good

She used to say I was crazy, I was up to no good

Till I slid all in it, started fucking her good

Red bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hood

I slid up in the ass and she heard them pipes they was growling

Friends wanting to fuck me because they like how I'm styling

But I'm cool on the snaking cause I like when she smiling

We gon' leer in the air just to get right on an island

We ball harder, ball horrible out in Florida

Isabel Marant sneakers, you got all of them

Tatted up, passports just to cross borders

She calling me daddy and I ain't got a daughter

Said I'm cooler than them other dudes

Five racks just to get her Cinderella shoes

Hella Jewels, Money come in different revenues

Big Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

My chick bad, looking like a bag of money

She gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for me

She was messing with me way before I had the money

You niggas playing games, I'm really getting mad money

Just to commentate, peep how I operate

I put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperate

I really balling, tat em all up in and out of state

Been getting money for a while, I don't know how to hate

They call me racked up shorty, she can smell the Aura

Had her out in Bora exploring like she was Dora

Million dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughter

And put her in the game, She ain't fucking with lames

Listen to the full  Dreams & Nightmares album & see all lyrics here: http://ezcopylyrics.blogspot.com/2012/10/meek-mill-dreams-and-nightmares-album.html