Meek Mill
Been That
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I been that n***a 'fore the money and the fame
I been that n***a 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that n***a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that n***a on the corner with the most
I been that n***a, I been that n***a
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n***a
I been that n***a, I been that n***a
If he keep talking I'll make him "been that" n***a

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I been that n***a on the corner, nappy braids and selling hard
Now I pull up on 'em bitches, got them texting "Oh my God"
I got bitches out in Paris that be texting "Ooh la la"
I hit back like, "Who this?" She hit back, "You forgot"
Real n***as gon' link up
But my H-town pouring drink up
Just me and Junior in the brinks truck
Doing all this shit we ain't think of
Trying to wild out cause we cranked up
I'm blue-dottin that pink stuff
Maraj putting that pussy on me
Ten bands throw her mink up
I got money all in my mind ho
What do you think think I grind for?
Condoms all in my condo
Pocket change what you signed for?
My n***as my n***as
My n***as my hitters, we finna get richer
I'm talking about bigger and bigger
They stealing my swag just look at my pictures
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I been that n***a 'fore the money and the fame
I been that n***a 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that n***a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that n***a on the corner with the most
I been that n***a, I been that n***a
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n***a
I been that n***a, I been that n***a
If he keep talking I'll make him "been that" n***a

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Blew a half a kilo on my cuban link to watch it swing
No shirt, baking soda standing at the sink
Swerving in my Wraith, I should just pull up at the church
Have these n***as playing on me, devils wish it was a hearse
In my all black shades, motherfucking Ray Charles
I used to mop the floors now who the motherfucking boss?
I been that n***a that could get em by the two's
Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my loubs
You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew
Coke white, sour creme, butter all in my coupe
Put my dogs on salary, you see we all be blowing loud
Chopper still my judge and jury, I could take this bitch to trial

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I been that n***a 'fore the money and the fame
I been that n***a 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that n***a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that n***a on the corner with the most
I been that n***a, I been that n***a
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n***a
I been that n***a, I been that n***a
If he keep talking I'll make him "been that" n***a