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conversations.value: Write me a song called Outro (DC4) with the following description: Originally intended to be the intro for his sophomore Dreams Worth More Than Money album, the outro (originally titled “Mo Money”) was set to be the highly anticipated sequel to the iconic Dreams & Nightmares intro. However, the song did not make the final cut and instead was replaced with “Lord Knows”.
  After being cut from DWMTM, this song was set to become the intro for the highly anticipated DC4 project, but was instead repurposed into the album’s outro.
  Mo Money was previewed by Meek on a number of different occasions. It features his slain protege, Lil' Snupe and French Montana. The song contains a sample of the original Dreams & Nightmares intro. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Lil' Snupe]
  Chasing after green gods
  Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
  Momma ain't stressin' she know that its all good
  My number one goal is to get her out the hood
  Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
  Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons
  Any nigga playin' we comin' in your direction
  Let you know that we ain't flexing, you quickly gon' get ejected
  Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
  Want to kill 'em but that shit might really fuck my money up
  Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks
  Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
  You ever seen death around the corner
  Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
  Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
  It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
  Man
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  Ok I've been the king for this rap shit
  Stuntin' hard and never had shit
  Remember me with them nappy braids?
  When I was down on my last shit?
  Bet them niggas wasn't mad then
  Took advantage I asked them
  For a shot at this, start laughing
  It took a year or two and I passed them
  Y'all niggas all look like haters
  You ain't even put your dawg on paper
  Word around that you tricking on bitches
  Catch you with your chain on I'mma take it
  Now everybody catching these vapors
  Now everybody want and need favors
  Southside, NY in Jamaica
  Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
  With 100 niggas 'hind me
  North side down in Philly where you find me
  Riding 'round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom
  I whip the Bentley like a johnny
  Watching out for the 2-11 robbery
  Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
  Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)
  Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems (shit!)
  Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!)
  Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers (shit!)
  Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster
  Show me some evidence
  Never was better than nor was you relevant
  I'm too competitive
  Walk in the club, get my .357 in
  My level on excellent
  I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
  You told 'em we selling it
  A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant
  Who the fuck just let the devil in
  Come to my city they treat me like president
  Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settling
  I had that La La and Melo, was selling them nicks for J.R. Smith
  Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
  My down fall what they all wish
  Had a lot of homies but they all switched
  Word up my nigga [Break: Meek Mill]
  (Laughter)
  [Chorus: Meek Mill]
  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
  You looking bad I prolly throw you something
  I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'
  I caught cases never told 'em nothing
  [Post-Chorus: French Montana]
  I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)
  Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck 'em!)
  Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me
  Man I see a clearport plane on me
  [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
  You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check
  Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
  Ballin' every time I take a shot I hit the net
  And everyday niggas want the money for respect
  I ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes
  Shoppin' 'til the mall close
  Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
  I don't fuck with niggas cause they all told
  Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes
  I'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks
  Bad bitch on all my Banshee I'm like twelve o' clock
  Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
  In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops [Chorus: Meek Mill]
  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
  You looking bad I prolly throw you something
  I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'
  I caught cases never told 'em nothing
  [Post-Chorus: French Montana]
  Got all these chains and this change on me
  Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
  Man it ain't a thang got the thang on me
  Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide
  [Outro: Papi]
  What's your grandma name
  What's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
  What's your grandma name
  What's my grandma name
  [Chorus: Meek Mill]
  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
  You looking bad I prolly throw you something
  I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin'
  I caught cases never told 'em nothing