Meek Mill

"Don’t Worry (RIP Kobe)"

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got n*ggas eatin' on me and they never told me
I got n*ggas in they feelings 'bout this money and they really owe me
This b*tch I'm f*ckin' always tell me that she love me but she ain't ever showed me
Yeah, and if I ever lack, I'm goin' out with my chopper, it be another Kobe
sh*t, I could tell that they ain't never know me
'Cause if they knew me they would've never showed me
It was 'bout some money
Too much givin' and not receivin', that's when it got real funny
And if he fell out 'bout some paper, then that's not your homie
And you can't feel it like I feel it 'cause it's not your money
Pfft, why we even talking 'bout my money?
If you my dawg then you my dawg, sh*t it ain't 'bout no money
Speakin' on that man pockets, sound like gossip to me
sh*t'll turn you to a hater, you ain't got no money
New York City through the night, it feel like Gotham to me
Got the Maybach with the curtains, she gon' top it for me, top it for me
At the condo she gon' pop it for me
Look me in my eyes and say she love me, I know she lyin' to me
But it's gon' make me f*ck her harder, f*ck her harder
I've been ballin' like I'm James Harden, been goin' farther
I just walked in, all these chains on us, it's pure water
Anything I put my name on, I stood on it, no bap
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