"Meal Ticket" as written by Elton John and Bernie Taupin....
(Don't want to be stumblin' baby)

This is for them hustlers scufflin' for them ends
Tryin ta get a mill, (fancy cars) and a house on the hill

I dwells in the city, a bank is where ya bound to suffer
Lifestyle filled with hoodsters, players and hustlers
Busters want to shut me down, I suppose
'cause I'm makin cash flow as my ghetto life dispose
I gets my hustle on from dust to dawn, Perignon
(Damn, how my life transformed like Voltron!)
Chargin like Natron by any means
These collard greens is goin' quicker than the forests are evergreen
Now one-time tryin ta shut me down 'cause I'm on a
Mission makin' ends in my Benz bendin corners

Fools be Coupe deVille yet still I stay real wit mine
If the ten reaches dome, so long! So catch me next time
So, wordly rhymes they been kind to me
Hoes lie to me, make me try to be what they not, see
I'm gonna call you Wimpy (Can I please bawl, word?)
A dollar a day and ya gladly pay me back tomorrow
Hell no! I feel no sorrow, I scuffle to get this mill
I've excelled, grab a grip, need no chip for this packed 10


Triple beam, thirty schemes and crack fiends
Got me to the point where I can make my 6-4 lean
Hard times got me bussin' cheques that ain't mine
I got good credit but like I said it ain't mine
I'm stressed out and I need paper therapy
I'm sick and tired of family and friends takin' care of me
I'm on a one-way ticket to lavish homes and cars
Do anything to make a mill and be a ghetto star

Well what'd make you laugh or make you cry?
Where things that come faster
Live it last and the weak'll surely die
Multiply life times death, what's left?
A big house on the hill and I can feel this best quest
As Uncle Sam ain't the man he supposed to be
We out here gettin' lynched while most niggas baggin' groceries
Most of these wannabe's get they meal ticket
Claimin' they from hoods
It's still too good but they don't still kick it


Livin' the lifestyles of the po' and lonely
Only takes my mind to mold to make a grip of money
Funny how time flies when you ain't broke
Gotta gets me a mill 'cause I feel I can't cope, though
I'm down and out in the S-see, less see
Gimme a biz and then get rid of Betsy
I know the whole world on first name basis
But still I get ignored by friends in high places
The chase is on, I gots ta get paid
I'm special like ed. so you can say I got it made

My flows got it buggin', don't mess with my Clicc man
Snap lyrics like a picture, make em say Dougie's a sick man
Hustle every day that's the way that I was brought up
Gotta make more chips than Ruffles, scuffle, sneaky plan thought up
Caught up wit Tone Def, not Fargo, or will I wells
Landcruiser, swimmin' pools and watchin' my pockets swell
Dosha all the time, all about that money money money!!!
Wit a top-notch crew now all my jokes is funny

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"Meal Ticket" as written by Elton John Bernie Taupin

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