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Meek Mill - 16 lyrics

[Hook: Tracy T] x2
Started with 16, n***a
Now I've got a hundred P's, n***a
Migo came and drop the ton, b**h
Made the profit, gave it to my mom

[Verse 1: Tracy T]
Migo came and drop the ton
n***a I got a lot of ones
Lot of twenties, lot of fifties, lot of hundreds, lot of guns
Started started started started, with an L bow
Thank thank thank God for the truck loads
Pockets only going crazy like wow n***a
I got platinum like my j**elry f** em gold digger
Wow wow wow wow , Quarters used to sack 'em up
Zips I used to sack 'em up, now the driver backin' up
Bad b**h she bustin' bells weight on the scale and bag em up
n***a try to rob, I gave 'em hell, the choppa backed him up
Bang bang bang bang! Just another toe tag
Wow wow wow wow Got it all up off a bag

[Hook: Tracy T] x2

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Started with a 16, now I've got a hundred P's
I was dead broke, i used to pray to get a hundred ki's
Posted on the corner, ounce of coke in my dungarees
Watchin for the [?] tryna sting us like bumblebees
Leanin' off that pro-meth
Hundred bands ain't no sweat
Go and tell a hommie n***a, f** your plug
f** your body you ain't got no check
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Cause my n***as ball
Ball like there ain't no ref
And these n***as flat tops, blow my whistles
Call for a pound though it ain't no text
So it ain't no shop
Brand new coupe with a see through roof
But it ain't no drop
Hold up
There ain't no drop with a see through roof?
So there ain't no top
Cause i've got panoramic views
Put your men up on the news
And i put you up in a hearse
And leave your family with the blues, n***a

[Hook: Tracy T] x2

[Verse 3: Tracy T]
Hol up hol up hol up hol up what's you doing n***a?
Whole thing for 33, that's Patrick Ewing n***a
Same b**hes that ain't laugh when I told a joke
Now I can talk a hundred thousand out they p**y ho
I slamp dunk it with my migo, throw that alley-oop
30 footer I can show a n***a how to shoot
Yeah they talking 'bout who is T? But who the f** is you?
Thousand dollar suit, thousand thousand dollar shoes
I gave my mom all of the profit n***a
Next trip I bought some diamonds clear as vodka n***a
Vacheron, gold Rollie or an A.P
Started with a pound now i gotta thousand p's

[Hook: Tracy T] x2

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