Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Froze lyrics

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I'm a rockstar, smash my guitar

Diamonds on my fist and on my arms

Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard

Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y'all



I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid

I'm ballin' and I Derrick Rose this shit

I roll around town in a Rolls and shit

I got the bag and we move in that snow like it's Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit

Hundred K large on my Audemar

When we run down we hit one of y'all

I'mma post up at the corner store

Trappin' all night but I shine like I'm Armor All

I am so hot I might break the thermometer

Coppers they watch us and follow us

Flip through that paper no calendar

All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah

I got a different kind of money

I'm on a different kind of grind

I'm with some different type of niggas

We on a different type of time

Go get the money f**k them bitches

Bitches be gettin' out of line

I turned that one into a two

I turned that point into a nine

Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye



You know how froze that is

Look at my neck, damn

You know how froze that is

Look at my wrist

You know how froze that is

Look at my fist

You know how froze that is



Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya

Following Meek and lil' Nicki, ya

It is just me and lil' Brittney, ya

Diamonds so wet you could slip

Look at the bitch, take a picture

She is just so photogenic, ya

She ride my dick like a dirt bike

You know she gon' pop a wheelie

Count my money to a milli, ya

Drive a Porsche all up in Philly

Holding that gun with no Uzi

Diamonds in Rollie get cooly



I'm a rockstar smash my guitar

Diamonds on my fist and on my arms

Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard

Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y'all



(Nicki Minaj)

I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M's

Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then

Movie, I'm living through these Scorsese lens

Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun

Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet

We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes

Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond

Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin'

Different type of money, you on a different type of broke

Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke

I just be sittin' in the mansion, takin' a dip inside the pool

We don't go out without assassins

We on some different type of rules

I'm a rockstar, scratch my guitar

Diamonds on my ring and on my arms

Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard

Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y'all



You know how froze that is

Look at my neck, damn

You know how froze that is

Look at my wrist

You know how froze that is

Look at my fist

You know how froze that is

You know how froze that is

Look at my neck, damn

You know how froze that is

Look at my wrist

You know how froze that is

Look at my fist



You know how froze that is...
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