Make It Work lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
I used to want all that sh*t, now I got it
I gotta think of some more sh*t to want, n*gga
Oh!

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my di*k
You n*ggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your b*tch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back
I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack
I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack
You n*ggas know you f*ck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked
I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack
Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke
A n*gga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four
And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke
You f*ckboy! f*ckboy!
n*ggas hatin', I'm like what the f*ck for?
I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4
She a 10, I f*ck her and all her friends, pus*y n*gga
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my di*k
You n*ggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your b*tch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 2: Wale]
n*gga, so tired of these lame n*ggas
Keep changin' on you like late winter
Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'
My coat season and game different
Self made, self made n*gga
Well dressed, well paid n*gga
I daredevil err'day, n*gga
Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!
Tell them n*ggas I'ma need a minute
Undefeated, young sneaker n*gga
Hundred deep, you never see a n*gga
Hennessy in moderation
But my n*ggas drinkin' like them Black Ink n*ggas
Hah, Dutch Ceaser n*gga
Meanin' I cut and leaf a n*gga
Get it? Dutch leaf a n*gga
Scissors, clippers, please forgive me
Real n*gga, hoes around me
Take b*tches, repeat offender
Ho, ho, please don't let me
No, no, Easter pinkin'
I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis
So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my di*k
You n*ggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your b*tch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
n*ggas lookin' at me when I step into the party
It's the 50 millionaire, mothaf*ckin' Don Dada
All my n*ggas on coke, all these b*tches on molly
Half my n*ggas do both, you better get yourself some money
Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it.... rrrk!
Bad b*tch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach
Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, n*gga
Fine b*tches in the club, all wifeys, n*gga
Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog
Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off
Still headbussin' b*tches, now I break you off
And if a n*gga step to me, I'll break the law
Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work
If I got the b*tch a purse, she had to make it twerk
n*gga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert
Cause these n*ggas full of envy and they tend to lurk
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my di*k
You n*ggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin' waves, I tell your b*tch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it