Shine'n - Meek Mill

Shining like a lamp, sh-shining like a lamp

You see the haters throwing shade 'cause I’m shining like a lamp (Shining)

Shining like a lamp, sh-shining like a lamp

Me and P-Mon in the caddy and we be sliding like a ramp, yeah

I get it, like this, like that

That purple shit that I be slanging sticky like micetraps

I take a loss, but I don’t fall, I’ma get right back

I drop the oils in the water and it just might—

Ayy, say, what’s happening, homie?

This T.I.P., man.

The King himself, man,

live and direct from the streets of the A-Town.

Ayy, man, it bring me great

pleasure to introduce to you my man Meek Millyz, you know what I’m saying?

Ayy, he giving you «Flamers 2: The Hottest in the City.»

Yeah, you heard me,

partner, I said it.

Meek Mill, Grand Hustle.

«Flamers 2: The Hottest in the

City» I know them haters gon' hate that.

What the fuck I care?

Ayy, dig this,

Meek.

Tell them niggas they can catch me in the biggest office in the corner

of the tallest building, partner.

I’ll see you when I see you.

Keep getting

that money, homeboy.

Holla at me when that album done.

Grand Hustle, nigga!

I get it like this like that

That purple shit that I be slanging sticky like micetraps

I take a loss, but I don’t fall, I’ma get right back

I drop the oils in the water, shit it just might crack

Said it just might snap, yeah, it just might jump (Yeah)

Shit I might just hit it hard and come up just like luck

I got these bitches in my face, I say they just like bumps

So I pop them and watch them fade away, that a player way

I be A-OK, kicking it like an 808 (Kicking it)

'Cause I get, if I dont got it, I make a way (Yeah)

Natural-born hustler

Ever since a young’un', I been all about that double-up

Ya’ll was playing double dutch (Faggots), running with the girls

I was watching for the D-boys and how they make they sales

Now, I do it well, I learned from the realest

If it ain’t about no money, then it ain’t about me, nigga (Nigga)

Yeah, gotta bop like this

Can’t wear skinny jeans 'cause my Glock won’t fit (Nope)

No one on the corner got a swagger like this

When I step up in the hood, I be good, real shit

Just me, no goons, R/T go vroom

Got them multicolored diamonds looking like a cartoon

See them haters looking at me wanna stick me—harpoon

But I’m strizzy with that glizzy, put a nigga on snooze (Sleep!)

Hahaha!

Fresh like Mannie be (Mannie)

I said the Rollie face blue like a Xanny be (Haha!)

I’m here now, they like, «Can he be?»

(Can he?)

Five to ten is what them haters had planned for me (Haters)

More money is what The Maker had planned for me

But I’m back‚ now watch the whole hood chant for me

(I'm back!) And watch the whole hood chant for me

'Cause I’m back—