Lyrics Massaging Me – Meek Mill
We turn Miami to Sky-ami
We do this without any shenani’
She ready, spaghetti
I’m throwin’ them baguettes
I’m cuttin’ s**t up like machete
More hundo, the solo, I’m ripped
The king, I’m the GOAT, I’m your daddy
Put my finger in her p**sy, VVS’
Hit her like a p0rn star, I came heavy
She can tell my persona, that’s the difference
Put it down in her tonsils
I’m responsible, b**ch, I’m doin’ my numbers
No matter what I done conquered
I’m goin’ back in and goin’ bonkers
Bad b**ch, she wearin’ a different bag in all her pics
As long as she listenin’, ain’t doing nothin’ suspicious
Know that b**ch be glistenin’
B**ch inspire me
Get more money and I go out to get it
B**ch massaging me
‘CAuse she know I’m gettin’ these mills consistent
B**ch massaging me
‘Cause she know I’m gettin’ this money consistent
B**ch massaging me
‘CAuse she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent
B**ch massaging me
‘Cause she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent
Tell me you proud of me
Every time I come through and I hit it, no one fly as me
I been like this since-since I was an infant
Gang, we ’bout to go to Miami
She tryna jump out her panties
I’m gettin’ harder to handle
I’m pullin’ up, foreign AR with the Phantom
I don’t f**ked some of my favorite
Famous b**ches backstage at the Grammys
I done f**ked some of my favorite
Instagram b**ches back seat of the Phantom
And we in the center, I’ma get her some sandals
It’s lit like a candle, I’m lightin’ her up
Last ten years been walkin’ it, lit
They be droppin’ confetti, we pipin’ it up
Came in Aventador, coupe too small
I swapped for the Urus, get right in truck
Came with the n**ga, but left with the boss
Every time I call, she wipe me up
Hit, n**ga, you ain’t never had s**t
Stick some fine bad b**ches on the couch, like, Pick one
They off the pills, I’m off the skrill
But still gon’ f**k like six times
Trophies, I’m livin’ life, you know me
I’m a real sniper, I put on my scopey
She spend a night, got a Rollie
I told a b**ch, Be quiet, yeah
Treat me like a Rolls Royce Ghosty
I’m in my hood, I’m a pioneer
But, I’m keepin’ that Glock on me closely
N**gas, they talk on the ‘net, but, we ballin’ for real
I’m like, f**k out my face
Know the b**ch jet, we goin’ to Miami
But, she poppin’ up MIA
I’m poppin’ out when it’s poppin’
I pop up and everything go out my way
B**ch sayin’, PPA, this track we plottin’ goin’ away, yeah
We turn Miami to Sky-ami
We do this without any shenani’
She ready, spaghetti
I’m throwin’ them baguettes
I’m cuttin’ s**t up like machete
More hundo, the solo, I’m ripped
The king, I’m the GOAT, I’m your daddy
Put my finger in her p**sy, VVS’
B**ch inspire me
Get more money and I go out to get it
B**ch massaging me
‘Cause she know I’m gettin’ these mills consistent
B**ch massaging me
‘Cause she know I’m gettin’ this money consistent
B**ch massaging me
‘Cause she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent
B**ch massaging me
‘Cause she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent…
➤ Written by Meek Mill, Bonesxspitta & ATL Jacob
Album: Flamerz 5
Produced by Bonesxspitta & ATL Jacob
Meek Mill | 2022
