Young Kings Meek Mill

[Verse 1]
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
Cuz they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No folks for these fuckboys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin’ dirty and it's tucked boy
Cuz I could treat you like a priest get you touched boy
No homo
Before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO

[Hook]
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame