[Hook: Meek Mill]. Was the money good? Was em bitches bad?. Was them fuckin' good?. Did your hood show you love? did the hoes say you fly?. If your friends say you're loyal throw your rollies in the sky. For the trillest for the trillest. As the champagne pours and the campaign roars. And the lights shine bright every night that plug. for the trillest. [Verse 1: Meek Mill]. See my momma cry too many tears. And we been broke like too many years. It ain't too many kids a couple homies. there ain't too many there. And they all gotta eat they got too many kids. To many kids with no fathers doing too many bids. Too many bids just gave 'em kids too many years. As soon as you get that money that's sooner they appear. Some [?] as soon as you share. And yeah I've been losin' touch with my family. it ain't the same. I should've gave my sister some money but I made it rain. I should've hit the crib with my son and play a game. But instead I ended up at the jeweler to make a chain. It's saying saying when you make money. it make you change. Like four quarters the fourth quarter I made a lane. Shit I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains. And takin' planes I put the work in and made a name. But the question is. [Hook: Meek Mill]. Was the money good? Was them bitches bad?. was they fuckin' good?. Did your hood show you love? did the hoes say you fly?. If your friends say you're loyal throw your rollies in the sky. For the trillest for the trillest. As the champagne pours and the campaign roars. And the lights shine bright. every night that plug for the trillest. [Verse 2: Meek Mill]. I never wanted to be like Mike I wanted to be like Mitch. Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this. I wear my chain in any city let you see my shit. Cause I earned that it's on me I'mma keep that shit. I got blood on my money ether in my soul. Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?. Now it's stars in the ceiling bringing ether out the rose. With the curtains on the windows. I'm just peepin' at my ghost. Money made me iller already was realer. Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla. That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller. Or Reggie when I shoot for that three. They drop fetty that's good money. Come to my city we talk heavy and die young. When we get some paper we cop Prezis [?]. 20 inch rims for the dope boy. Sellin' that coke boy trappin' on your note boy. Got that [?] off money fuck I need a note for!. In them school hallways like "fuck I need a note for! ". We ain't wanna go to class was sellin' coke raw. The principal was coppa too hit him with a snowball. [Hook: Meek Mill]. Was the money good? Was them bitches bad?. was they fuckin' good?. Did your hood show you love? did the hoes say you fly?. If your friends say you're loyal throw your rollies in the sky. For the trillest for the trillest. As the champagne pours and the campaign roars. And the lights shine bright every night that plug. for the trillest. [Verse 3: Meek Mill]. Lookin' for that intro I was at the dealer. lookin' for another Benzo. Match kicks with my Kenzo young nigga. Heart of a lion hungry as hippo. When I was on my last nobody ain't tell me shit though. Flow slicker than Crisco niggas talkin' I get low. Do my thing they jump back know how that shit go. And they still say I'm arrogant. I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus. When I get that money like I married it. 1 milly 2 milly 3 milly buried it. Since they say I'm underground I run that bitch like Harriet. Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot. Pull up on 'em niggas that got to me shit embarrassin'. I'mma real nigga with money never trash it. You a fake niggas with money it's no comparison. Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it. And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'. They told me that I couldn't be trap I started trappin' it. Never listen to 'em oh well shit is Immaculate. I'mma just go sit up in this back again. Smoke the weed and laugh at 'em. Make a couple million by accident. Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again. Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative. Shitted on 'em Nicky voice did it on 'em Benjamins. Plently of 'em Benjamins semi on 'em a many on a. Whole 'nother level from before now. Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down. When I made my first mil I was like "it's on now". Then I made my second mil money on the floor now. Then I made my third mil I'm like "I need more now? ". I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down. Every time I hit the booth microphone torn down. We couldn't get a pair of Pumas. we up in the store now bitches!