Rick Ross & Meek Mill – Lyrical Eazy Lyrics

Lyrical Eazy

Rick Ross & Meek Mill

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"Lyrical Eazy." - Rick Ross & Meek Mill

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 02:46 am

Album: Too Good To Be True

Track No: 13

Glock 4 Peezy, this shit too easy (Too easy)
These fuckin' rap niggas be talkin' too greasy (Too greasy)
Say it's smoke, well run up on me nigga
When you see me (See me)
Pussy (Fuck 'em)
Murder on mind, I been up all night
Two bad bitches tryna fuck all night
Heard we was in the club, he had to duck all night
I told 'em, catch 'em at the let-out, shoot his truck on sight (Rrr)
Niggas ain't got it (Got it) niggas ain't 'bout it ('Bout it)
Hunnid cash large, black card in my pocket (Pocket)
Rose gold Richie' (Richie') I don't even rock it (Never)
Brand new Benz for what? (Woo) 'Cause I don't even drive it
Nigga diss, I ain't respondin', I'm like
"Y'all ain't even poppin'" (Huh)
'Cause we've been mobbin', flyin' private, different hours (Woo)
And I ain't lyin', I got this money shit to a science (Woo)
Got your baby momma in the bahamas actin' different and she wildin'
Off that 42, get turnt like Dugg and them (Free Dugg)
'Bout that cash, it get real slimy, talk like
Thug and 'em (Free Thug)
Nigga say they fuck with us
But we don't fuck with them (Fuck 'em)
My youngin' got that chopper, turn to Andre
He start drummin' 'em (Brrt, Boss)

Grew up in the projects, jumpin' on the roof (Yeah)
Garbage bag full of dollars
I come for the movie (Movie)
Young Jimmy Lovine of the crime scene (Woo)
Leave a nigga whole team on them IVs (Ah, brrt)
Point 'em out and put 'em on obituaries (Splat, brrt)
Love or business, either or, it's only temporary (Ha)
Carol City niggas, never known to sympathetic (Carol City)
I'm 'bout the money
You can miss me with your freaky fetish (Woo)
Straight from Star Island, take me to Jamaica (Lord)
Three-hundred foot yacht, never droppin' anchor (Huh)
Count a thousand pounds
As we ride around (One thousand)
Disrespect is not allowed so we shot him down (Brrt)
Bricks in the crate, first forty-eight (Brrt)
Lamborghini out the box, so who wanna race (Wow)
My attorney talkin' facts, rats on the tape (Huh)
I'm talkin' money off the top then count it in your face (Biggest)

M-M-M
Gang, you know

Writer(s): DeeJayM0, Dnny Phntm, Meek Mill, Preme, Rick Ross, SAUCEboy, Sean Momberger, TheBoyKam.

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