Lights Camera Action (Ft. Maino & Troy Ave) Lyrics
| Song | Lights Camera Action (Ft. Maino & Troy Ave) |
| Artist | Meek Mill |
| Album | Dreams Are Worth More Than Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: Maino] | |
| This *******t'll bust a ***** | |
| I don't think you understand where it is we come from | |
| I'm talkin' about nothin' ***** | |
| No money in our pockets and the refrigerator's empty | |
| Now it's lobster and steak and zero mileage on the Bentleys | |
| We comin' for *****s' spots man | |
| We ain't never settlin' for this *******t | |
| [Hook: Troy Ave] | |
| Lights camera action (say cheese) | |
| I'm flashy and ca*******n' (moneys) | |
| Greedy women lappin' | |
| It's the laws of attraction (powder) | |
| Lights camera action (say cheese) | |
| I'm flashy and ca*******n' (moneys) | |
| Greedy women lappin' | |
| It's the laws of attraction (powder) | |
| Gettin' dough (powder) | |
| Pure and slow (powder) | |
| You already know (powder) | |
| [Verse 1: Maino] | |
| I was born a king | |
| I'ma die a god | |
| My tattoos tell a story that's behind my scars | |
| Hangin' out of the phantom screamin' the world is ours | |
| Fell asleep then I woke up inside a ménage | |
| Dream chasin' these ******* beggin' for penetration | |
| *****s hatin' but they really just want me to save 'em | |
| Can't take it, these *****s ain't really who they claim | |
| These boys different, they club snitchin' who can I blame? | |
| Ghetto baby I had to make it with few choices | |
| Now I'm posin' for pictures standin' on Rolls-Royces | |
| I was chosin', money throwin', these strippers open | |
| [?] golden | |
| King of Brooklyn, killas love me, thugs salute me | |
| Got some old school shooters that call they hammers toolies | |
| My life a movie, lights cameras and action | |
| You think it's rap til my homie pass me the Mac-10 | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Meek Mill] | |
| I was born a slave | |
| I'ma die a king | |
| Red beams bout that ass then it's badda bing | |
| I heard *****s talkin' [?] not a thing | |
| Whippin' white like I'm tryna get revenge for Rodney King | |
| In the kitchen whippin' up the yams 'til the stove break | |
| Pistol whip a ***** with the seven 'til the nose break | |
| You ain't never turned a made man into a closed case | |
| Headshot, blow his brains out, rip his whole face | |
| Momma can't identify | |
| Dreamchasers enterprise | |
| ***** this the genocide | |
| Kids lettin' semis fly | |
| I did this *******t too many times | |
| Put me on any side | |
| I'm makin' *****s minimize | |
| Mac hit em fifty times, whoa! | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro: Maino | |
| This t' ll bust a | |
| I don' t think you understand where it is we come from | |
| I' m talkin' about nothin' | |
| No money in our pockets and the refrigerator' s empty | |
| Now it' s lobster and steak and zero mileage on the Bentleys | |
| We comin' for s' spots man | |
| We ain' t never settlin' for this t | |
| Hook: Troy Ave | |
| Lights camera action say cheese | |
| I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
| Greedy women lappin' | |
| It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
| Lights camera action say cheese | |
| I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
| Greedy women lappin' | |
| It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
| Gettin' dough powder | |
| Pure and slow powder | |
| You already know powder | |
| Verse 1: Maino | |
| I was born a king | |
| I' ma die a god | |
| My tattoos tell a story that' s behind my scars | |
| Hangin' out of the phantom screamin' the world is ours | |
| Fell asleep then I woke up inside a me nage | |
| Dream chasin' these beggin' for penetration | |
| s hatin' but they really just want me to save ' em | |
| Can' t take it, these s ain' t really who they claim | |
| These boys different, they club snitchin' who can I blame? | |
| Ghetto baby I had to make it with few choices | |
| Now I' m posin' for pictures standin' on RollsRoyces | |
| I was chosin', money throwin', these strippers open | |
| ? golden | |
| King of Brooklyn, killas love me, thugs salute me | |
| Got some old school shooters that call they hammers toolies | |
| My life a movie, lights cameras and action | |
| You think it' s rap til my homie pass me the Mac10 | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
| I was born a slave | |
| I' ma die a king | |
| Red beams bout that ass then it' s badda bing | |
| I heard s talkin' ? not a thing | |
| Whippin' white like I' m tryna get revenge for Rodney King | |
| In the kitchen whippin' up the yams ' til the stove break | |
| Pistol whip a with the seven ' til the nose break | |
| You ain' t never turned a made man into a closed case | |
| Headshot, blow his brains out, rip his whole face | |
| Momma can' t identify | |
| Dreamchasers enterprise | |
| this the genocide | |
| Kids lettin' semis fly | |
| I did this t too many times | |
| Put me on any side | |
| I' m makin' s minimize | |
| Mac hit em fifty times, whoa! | |
| Hook |
| Intro: Maino | |
| This t' ll bust a | |
| I don' t think you understand where it is we come from | |
| I' m talkin' about nothin' | |
| No money in our pockets and the refrigerator' s empty | |
| Now it' s lobster and steak and zero mileage on the Bentleys | |
| We comin' for s' spots man | |
| We ain' t never settlin' for this t | |
| Hook: Troy Ave | |
| Lights camera action say cheese | |
| I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
| Greedy women lappin' | |
| It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
| Lights camera action say cheese | |
| I' m flashy and ca n' moneys | |
| Greedy women lappin' | |
| It' s the laws of attraction powder | |
| Gettin' dough powder | |
| Pure and slow powder | |
| You already know powder | |
| Verse 1: Maino | |
| I was born a king | |
| I' ma die a god | |
| My tattoos tell a story that' s behind my scars | |
| Hangin' out of the phantom screamin' the world is ours | |
| Fell asleep then I woke up inside a mé nage | |
| Dream chasin' these beggin' for penetration | |
| s hatin' but they really just want me to save ' em | |
| Can' t take it, these s ain' t really who they claim | |
| These boys different, they club snitchin' who can I blame? | |
| Ghetto baby I had to make it with few choices | |
| Now I' m posin' for pictures standin' on RollsRoyces | |
| I was chosin', money throwin', these strippers open | |
| ? golden | |
| King of Brooklyn, killas love me, thugs salute me | |
| Got some old school shooters that call they hammers toolies | |
| My life a movie, lights cameras and action | |
| You think it' s rap til my homie pass me the Mac10 | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
| I was born a slave | |
| I' ma die a king | |
| Red beams bout that ass then it' s badda bing | |
| I heard s talkin' ? not a thing | |
| Whippin' white like I' m tryna get revenge for Rodney King | |
| In the kitchen whippin' up the yams ' til the stove break | |
| Pistol whip a with the seven ' til the nose break | |
| You ain' t never turned a made man into a closed case | |
| Headshot, blow his brains out, rip his whole face | |
| Momma can' t identify | |
| Dreamchasers enterprise | |
| this the genocide | |
| Kids lettin' semis fly | |
| I did this t too many times | |
| Put me on any side | |
| I' m makin' s minimize | |
| Mac hit em fifty times, whoa! | |
| Hook |
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