Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)
Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast (F*ck 'em)
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke
Amen, amen
Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me) for all my sins (All my sins)
Took so many riches just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in
32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad bitch f*ck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, whoa
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can't go to Hollywood, too caught in this jungle action
Where niggas that'll smoke you, go and murder your brother after
Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog
Streets said they need that dope, they having withdrawals
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even f*ck a bitch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million
All this f*cking money, I ain't got no time for chilling
We took risks to look like this, through all that killin' and drug dealin'
You my nigga, I f*ck with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga, let's slug it out
Big Bad Wolf, we at your door, blood in your f*cking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a f*cking mouse, nigga
Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds
I give a f*ck if that crown heavy, put it on my head
Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Whew, 'cause I'm a king just Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, f*ck my bitch, nigga, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga, hallelujah, whoa
Balling like a Hot Boy
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy
I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)
You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop whore, no way (Like a cop)
Ooh, I just cashed out
How the f*ck you turn a bando to a glass house?
How the f*ck you get a two to four and bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey
Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just f*ckin' hoes
And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Running through the gutter, I ain't never bowl (Running)
You would think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's (Yeah)
Plug just called, he got another load
He know I'ma get 'em sold
Leaning off that Perc'
Young nigga still f*cking all the baddest bitches on earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a Hot Boy like Turk
Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work
You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh
Nigga, we trying to make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shootin' up out that van like it's Team-A (Team-A)
Nigga, we used to trap just by the green gate (Gate)
80's baby, they cooked crack up in my DNA (Oh)
Ooh, scary hours
Walk inside of LIV, they gon' let confetti shower
You knew what it was when you heard they let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga, I ain't selling powder, no way
Big bag, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars
Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please (please)
Meek Mill - Expensive Pain Album Lyrics
Meek Mill - Expensive Pain Lyrics
Writer: Nikolas Papamitrou, Phil Collins, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Outside (100 Mph)
Dream Chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас
Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим Dream Chasers
Мы доверяем только Dream Chasers (brrt)
I woke up, I made a mill', said, "F*ck it," then rented the mall (let's go)
If life's a bitch, I'm havin' my way with that shit, and I'm hittin' it raw (havin' it)
Ain't none of y'all niggas gettin' none of this money and bitches, just me and my dawgs
With a brand new Porsche, a Turbo Sport with a horse, but it look like a frog
I just hopped through the hood, then I hop on a chop' in the hood (ride on a chop)
Bad lil' bitch, she pretty as f*ck and the top real good (pretty as f*ck)
Call Ern, I ain't even want him to wild, he shot up the hood
Y'all niggas be payin' them hitters for real, y'all not any good (y'all niggas is pussy)
Green faced AP, cost me four-fifty, we don't see y'all ass
I been hurtin' your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all chеst
She gotta move real careful, license to operate, you should see her texts
Name still poppin' up, planes, I'll pop in 'em
Y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best
I just came out, back outside, now all the baddies back outside
F*ck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize
They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die
I been ballin' so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pie
She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that
Tell her take her time (take your time)
They really love it, but I get with so many hunnies, can't make her mine
Yeah, she said, "Meek, come f*ck me rough"
And I was tryna break her spine (let's get it)
Knowin' this lil' bitch f*cked my dawg
And I can't make her mine (make her mine)
Outside, outside, outside, outside
I just popped out, came back outside
Outside, outside, outside, outside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway)
We outside with it (we outside)
Reachin' for my Richard, you gon' die with it (die)
I been keepin' a pack of bad lil' bitches, they outside with it
And I just made a couple million in five minutes (I'm limitless)
Okay, okay, okay, that new Maybach came today (today)
I put mics all in they face for all my young niggas passed away (away)
Yeah, I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am)
Y'all niggas only with keepin' up hoes
Y'all givin' that cash away (yeah), okay, okay
Okay, okay
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Okay, okay
"He hasn't slept in probably seven days"
Go AP like a brick (a bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (she bad)
Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we totin' them sticks (brrt)
My dawg got life in the cell (got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't)
Start ballin' like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and Bs on my list (yeah)
And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (yeah)
Every bitch that I be f*ckin' get Rollies for reals, like pardon my bitch (yeah)
She looked me dead in my eyes when she suckin' it, she tryna start up some shit (yeah)
Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, gettin' top with my hand on her
Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my bitch
Pardon my Glock, pardon my hip, I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship
I just did a walkthrough at Roc Nation and left out with four new partnerships
This ain't rap, nigga, I'm back, I just be walkin' and talkin' my shit, yeah
Niggas can't see me, we totin' them chops (niggas ain't see us)
Yeah, I had dreams of murderin' opps, rippin' them demons and burnin' them blocks
They couldn't believe it, I'm turnin' the blocks, yeah (yeah)
Back in them trenches again (we back)
Totin' extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him (brrt)
We open it up (open it), open it up (open it)
I f*ck from the back while I'm chokin' her up (chokin' it)
.223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no gettin' up
No gettin' up (no gettin'), no gettin' up (no gettin')
Drippin' on niggas, they soakin' it up (soakin')
Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a f*ck if it's pokin' or what
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим Dream Chasers
Мы доверяем только Dream Chasers (brrt)
I woke up, I made a mill', said, "F*ck it," then rented the mall (let's go)
If life's a bitch, I'm havin' my way with that shit, and I'm hittin' it raw (havin' it)
Ain't none of y'all niggas gettin' none of this money and bitches, just me and my dawgs
With a brand new Porsche, a Turbo Sport with a horse, but it look like a frog
I just hopped through the hood, then I hop on a chop' in the hood (ride on a chop)
Bad lil' bitch, she pretty as f*ck and the top real good (pretty as f*ck)
Call Ern, I ain't even want him to wild, he shot up the hood
Y'all niggas be payin' them hitters for real, y'all not any good (y'all niggas is pussy)
Green faced AP, cost me four-fifty, we don't see y'all ass
I been hurtin' your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all chеst
She gotta move real careful, license to operate, you should see her texts
Name still poppin' up, planes, I'll pop in 'em
Y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best
I just came out, back outside, now all the baddies back outside
F*ck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize
They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die
I been ballin' so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pie
She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that
Tell her take her time (take your time)
They really love it, but I get with so many hunnies, can't make her mine
Yeah, she said, "Meek, come f*ck me rough"
And I was tryna break her spine (let's get it)
Knowin' this lil' bitch f*cked my dawg
And I can't make her mine (make her mine)
Outside, outside, outside, outside
I just popped out, came back outside
Outside, outside, outside, outside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway)
We outside with it (we outside)
Reachin' for my Richard, you gon' die with it (die)
I been keepin' a pack of bad lil' bitches, they outside with it
And I just made a couple million in five minutes (I'm limitless)
Okay, okay, okay, that new Maybach came today (today)
I put mics all in they face for all my young niggas passed away (away)
Yeah, I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am)
Y'all niggas only with keepin' up hoes
Y'all givin' that cash away (yeah), okay, okay
Okay, okay
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Okay, okay
"He hasn't slept in probably seven days"
Go AP like a brick (a bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (she bad)
Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we totin' them sticks (brrt)
My dawg got life in the cell (got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't)
Start ballin' like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and Bs on my list (yeah)
And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (yeah)
Every bitch that I be f*ckin' get Rollies for reals, like pardon my bitch (yeah)
She looked me dead in my eyes when she suckin' it, she tryna start up some shit (yeah)
Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, gettin' top with my hand on her
Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my bitch
Pardon my Glock, pardon my hip, I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship
I just did a walkthrough at Roc Nation and left out with four new partnerships
This ain't rap, nigga, I'm back, I just be walkin' and talkin' my shit, yeah
Niggas can't see me, we totin' them chops (niggas ain't see us)
Yeah, I had dreams of murderin' opps, rippin' them demons and burnin' them blocks
They couldn't believe it, I'm turnin' the blocks, yeah (yeah)
Back in them trenches again (we back)
Totin' extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him (brrt)
We open it up (open it), open it up (open it)
I f*ck from the back while I'm chokin' her up (chokin' it)
.223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no gettin' up
No gettin' up (no gettin'), no gettin' up (no gettin')
Drippin' on niggas, they soakin' it up (soakin')
Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a f*ck if it's pokin' or what
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Writer: Robert Williams, Ron LaTour, Trey Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
On My Soul
Sittin' in the Phantom, countin' money under the sun
Everybody in my hood know I'm the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it's the difference, it feel different how I come
Put it on my soul, I could put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
Bulletproof the Range Rove', niggas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains that they get tangled
Promise any nigga sayin' my name gon' get mangled (boom)
Same niggas 'round me gettin' changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers
Come to f*ckin' these bitches and gettin' this cash, no, we ain't stainless
Two hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain't famous
Sometimes I just be havin' to vent though, I ain't gon' lie
A lot of people still left here like
Everybody prayin' I don't go back, but it's like, what you want me to do?
Leave my people?
And I can't leave my people, got that eye of the eagle
My homie wanted a Bentley but he died in a Regal
And I ain't never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle
If you my opp, my daddy dyin' to meet you
'Cause I know the feelin' when you f*cked up and you lit
And nobody wan' see you, but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that's how I got even
Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people
Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
Gettin' everything I aimed for
Yeah, I'm gettin' everything (everything)
Bulletproof the Range Rove', donut the Durango
Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same though
It's my young nigga, died in the streets lettin' his flame go
And I think about it every night 'fore I sleep, it make my brain go
(Thinkin' about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddlin' with my Glock when I sleep, can't let my flame go
(Got me cuddlin' with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul
Everybody in my hood know I'm the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it's the difference, it feel different how I come
Put it on my soul, I could put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
Bulletproof the Range Rove', niggas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains that they get tangled
Promise any nigga sayin' my name gon' get mangled (boom)
Same niggas 'round me gettin' changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers
Come to f*ckin' these bitches and gettin' this cash, no, we ain't stainless
Two hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain't famous
Sometimes I just be havin' to vent though, I ain't gon' lie
A lot of people still left here like
Everybody prayin' I don't go back, but it's like, what you want me to do?
Leave my people?
And I can't leave my people, got that eye of the eagle
My homie wanted a Bentley but he died in a Regal
And I ain't never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle
If you my opp, my daddy dyin' to meet you
'Cause I know the feelin' when you f*cked up and you lit
And nobody wan' see you, but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that's how I got even
Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people
Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
Gettin' everything I aimed for
Yeah, I'm gettin' everything (everything)
Bulletproof the Range Rove', donut the Durango
Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same though
It's my young nigga, died in the streets lettin' his flame go
And I think about it every night 'fore I sleep, it make my brain go
(Thinkin' about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddlin' with my Glock when I sleep, can't let my flame go
(Got me cuddlin' with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul
Writer: Eduardo Earle, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Sharing Locations
(KJ, what you got goin' on man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[Lil Durk, Meek Mill & Lil Baby]
I got a little bitch from the hood, I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae shit
I be f*ckin' this NBA nigga bitch 'cause she know I ain't ever gon' say shit
New contract big like I play ball, lil' boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
I told her, "Pull up," she told me she can't, her nigga be sharin' location
Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out with your kids so you owe one
And my man in the can while you takin' out the trash, he gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run" (Don't run)
Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
It's too much cash for me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some
I f*ck her raw from time to time, I don't show no emotion
But when he died, he had them racks, he had to make a GoFund
I hang with the hitters who train the killers who send all the niggas on store run
I got me a check and I brought me a 'Cat, and I went on the block and did donuts
[Lil Durk]
I hang with all the murderers
I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
[Meek Mill, Lil Baby & Lil Durk]
Yeah, Rolls Royce, swervin', famous bitch curvin'
Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous
Ran it up on accident, they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact, I'm blastin', man, I never get too worried
Hunnid racks in hunnids, stick like cursive, I been sellin' verses
One time I lied inside my song, I ain't gonna buy her no Birkin
Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain't tryna see no hearses
He ain't even die by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died off Percs
Shorty look perfect (Perfect)
Pussy was worth it, go get her some purses
My diamonds be hittin' like we in a Versuz
We stickin' together, this shit in a cursive
I'm f*ckin' with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
Go to Atlanta, they Copper and Cove me (Brother)
Bad lil' bitches all over me
Way too ranked up, ain't no exposin' me (No way)
She wanna go to the mall (Let's get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis in SoHo and ordered it all
I'm in this bitch with The Voice and The Hero
These niggas is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (No way)
I'm from the P, that's gang
All these niggas know me, I hang with
[Lil Durk]
I hang with all the murderers
I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
[Lil Durk]
Murderers
I hang with all the murderers
Murderers
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[Lil Durk, Meek Mill & Lil Baby]
I got a little bitch from the hood, I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae shit
I be f*ckin' this NBA nigga bitch 'cause she know I ain't ever gon' say shit
New contract big like I play ball, lil' boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
I told her, "Pull up," she told me she can't, her nigga be sharin' location
Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out with your kids so you owe one
And my man in the can while you takin' out the trash, he gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run" (Don't run)
Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
It's too much cash for me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some
I f*ck her raw from time to time, I don't show no emotion
But when he died, he had them racks, he had to make a GoFund
I hang with the hitters who train the killers who send all the niggas on store run
I got me a check and I brought me a 'Cat, and I went on the block and did donuts
[Lil Durk]
I hang with all the murderers
I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
[Meek Mill, Lil Baby & Lil Durk]
Yeah, Rolls Royce, swervin', famous bitch curvin'
Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous
Ran it up on accident, they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact, I'm blastin', man, I never get too worried
Hunnid racks in hunnids, stick like cursive, I been sellin' verses
One time I lied inside my song, I ain't gonna buy her no Birkin
Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain't tryna see no hearses
He ain't even die by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died off Percs
Shorty look perfect (Perfect)
Pussy was worth it, go get her some purses
My diamonds be hittin' like we in a Versuz
We stickin' together, this shit in a cursive
I'm f*ckin' with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
Go to Atlanta, they Copper and Cove me (Brother)
Bad lil' bitches all over me
Way too ranked up, ain't no exposin' me (No way)
She wanna go to the mall (Let's get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis in SoHo and ordered it all
I'm in this bitch with The Voice and The Hero
These niggas is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (No way)
I'm from the P, that's gang
All these niggas know me, I hang with
[Lil Durk]
I hang with all the murderers
I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
[Lil Durk]
Murderers
I hang with all the murderers
Murderers
Writer: Alexander Papamitrou, Dominik Svoroboric, Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Nii Tetteh, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Expensive Pain
Zone, I got lights in this bitch, turn me up somethin' Cruz
Jim in this bitch, Ellis in this bitch, wassup?
Uh
I bought the Richie for a quarter but I sold it for a nickel
(Hold on, lemme hit the blunt)
I'm bringin' real niggas home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official
Yeah, uh
When I start stressin', I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle
On a threeway, me and Slow, he caught L's and we both pick 'em
In the cell but you can't tell that we in the jail
'Cause we don't feel no pain unless them kids say in vain, "Dad, I miss you"
If you my dawg, I'm tryna put you on the shit that I'm on
Super drippy, made the Patek match the kicks got on
Totin' the semi-automatic, ain't no pushin' me, dawg
Time bomb, niggas tickin' me off
Look at the skyline from the penthouse, like Walt Disney, dawg
Send her to the mall and tell her, "Get some Dior"
Made her text her best friend, she said, "He Christian me up"
And the crazy part about it, that wasn't shit to me y'all
Shit, I been winnin' a long time, I know they sick of me, y'all
Got me switchin' up my flow again, switchin' up my ho again
E'rrybody been changin', got me switchin' up my bro again
My dawg did his bid, he came back home and switched his pole again
And I ain't even wanna tell him to slide, he tryna go again
Once he got active, I said, "Go again," yeah
King in my trenches, I'm not average, all I know is win
Total blowout, it's like 0 to 10, yeah
And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim
Knowin' some rich niggas hit it, it'll never be the same
This expensive pain, this expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money
I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask 'bout me in Starlets, I used to ball in there
Shit, I been throwin' paper since Bernice was goin' hard in there, no kizzy
Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches
Cops get behind us, we start takin' off switches
Niggas be in our shit but we don't be in y'all business
Shit, how you think we always end up bein' in y'all bitches?
This is the same feelin' that you get like when you a kid on Christmas
I just knocked down a lil' celeb' and I was on her hit list
And I ain't been rappin', I been trappin', tryna learn my business
They thought I fell off, but they well off
I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold
And remain humble 'round my people so I don't spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before the fame and all these phony lil' hoes
'Cause I got two sons that's kings and they like spoiled lil' bros
And they want everything, they call, I buy it, order them clothes
You gotta watch for everything, that dot'll spoil your goals
And I be parleyin' with people that got the word of control
'Cause they know I got the influence you can feel it in your soul
This is culture currency, money shit don't ever worry me
Gotta hide my chopper from this bitch, this shit been gettin' embarrassin'
She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, "Boy, you need some therapy"
And I can't lie, I prolly do, 'cause I still have dreams of niggas airin' me
It ain't no f*ckin' fear in me
I let bad bitches f*ckin' share me, and they love it, clearly
Used to fit eighty in them pockets, now we dub Amiri
'Cause I just cook the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah
And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim
Knowin' some rich niggas hit it, it'll never be the same
This expensive pain, this expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money
I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask 'bout me in Starlets, I used to ball in there
"Hey, that girl right there?
I can see it in her eyes, she's a Dreamchaser"
Jim in this bitch, Ellis in this bitch, wassup?
Uh
I bought the Richie for a quarter but I sold it for a nickel
(Hold on, lemme hit the blunt)
I'm bringin' real niggas home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official
Yeah, uh
When I start stressin', I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle
On a threeway, me and Slow, he caught L's and we both pick 'em
In the cell but you can't tell that we in the jail
'Cause we don't feel no pain unless them kids say in vain, "Dad, I miss you"
If you my dawg, I'm tryna put you on the shit that I'm on
Super drippy, made the Patek match the kicks got on
Totin' the semi-automatic, ain't no pushin' me, dawg
Time bomb, niggas tickin' me off
Look at the skyline from the penthouse, like Walt Disney, dawg
Send her to the mall and tell her, "Get some Dior"
Made her text her best friend, she said, "He Christian me up"
And the crazy part about it, that wasn't shit to me y'all
Shit, I been winnin' a long time, I know they sick of me, y'all
Got me switchin' up my flow again, switchin' up my ho again
E'rrybody been changin', got me switchin' up my bro again
My dawg did his bid, he came back home and switched his pole again
And I ain't even wanna tell him to slide, he tryna go again
Once he got active, I said, "Go again," yeah
King in my trenches, I'm not average, all I know is win
Total blowout, it's like 0 to 10, yeah
And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim
Knowin' some rich niggas hit it, it'll never be the same
This expensive pain, this expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money
I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask 'bout me in Starlets, I used to ball in there
Shit, I been throwin' paper since Bernice was goin' hard in there, no kizzy
Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches
Cops get behind us, we start takin' off switches
Niggas be in our shit but we don't be in y'all business
Shit, how you think we always end up bein' in y'all bitches?
This is the same feelin' that you get like when you a kid on Christmas
I just knocked down a lil' celeb' and I was on her hit list
And I ain't been rappin', I been trappin', tryna learn my business
They thought I fell off, but they well off
I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold
And remain humble 'round my people so I don't spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before the fame and all these phony lil' hoes
'Cause I got two sons that's kings and they like spoiled lil' bros
And they want everything, they call, I buy it, order them clothes
You gotta watch for everything, that dot'll spoil your goals
And I be parleyin' with people that got the word of control
'Cause they know I got the influence you can feel it in your soul
This is culture currency, money shit don't ever worry me
Gotta hide my chopper from this bitch, this shit been gettin' embarrassin'
She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, "Boy, you need some therapy"
And I can't lie, I prolly do, 'cause I still have dreams of niggas airin' me
It ain't no f*ckin' fear in me
I let bad bitches f*ckin' share me, and they love it, clearly
Used to fit eighty in them pockets, now we dub Amiri
'Cause I just cook the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah
And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim
Knowin' some rich niggas hit it, it'll never be the same
This expensive pain, this expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money
I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask 'bout me in Starlets, I used to ball in there
"Hey, that girl right there?
I can see it in her eyes, she's a Dreamchaser"
Writer: Anthony Cruz, Julius Herold, Michael Holmes, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Vianey Mfuamba
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ride 4 U
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (you know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray)
Pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know)
(I pray my motherf*ckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride)
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (yeah)
Westside shorty, last summer was a hot girl
But it don't matter now, she my girl
A bucket list, seent you in my world
I introduced you to some other shit
Now you can't relate if niggas not thorough or not real
I'll tell you how I feel, but it's a lot still
'Cause I don't even know how I feel
But I'll kill for the love of the love you and I built
It's ride or die still
Your bills turnin' into my bills, shit done got real
It's not fake, every other day another sky date
F*ck in the '62s while we drivin' on the highway
Condo with the views out in Seoul, know the fly way
F*ckin' you from Monday all the way to Friday
Baby, you (you), oh, you were made for me
(You were made for me, yeah, you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray)
Pray your heart I'll always keep (always keep)
(I pray my motherf*ckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride) (ride for you, baby)
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (yeah)
Told you that shit gon' be forever, gon' remember me
And every time you call, you know I'm pullin' up instantly
Them diamonds on your arm gon' shine forever, to infinity
So even if you leave, it's lit forever, feel my energy, I still
'Member f*ckin' you off Hennessey and wildin' out
Deep all in it, tweakin' in it, got you howlin' out
Rich nigga, made me pull that Urus to your mama house
Them niggas on your mama block respect me, they see me hoppin' out
For real, I used to f*ck you, all my chains on
And listen to all your stories about your ex, some shit he ain't doin'
I wasn't really tryna hear it, but you sound pressed, like you was hangin' on
And I had to patch you up, so many diamonds 'til they get tangled on you
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (baby, you, yeah, you were made for me, yeah, yeah)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (be there instantly)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (heart I'll always keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (ride for you, baby)
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (just say you got me)
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (you know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (you know, you know)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (just say you got me)
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (you know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray)
Pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know)
(I pray my motherf*ckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride)
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (yeah)
Westside shorty, last summer was a hot girl
But it don't matter now, she my girl
A bucket list, seent you in my world
I introduced you to some other shit
Now you can't relate if niggas not thorough or not real
I'll tell you how I feel, but it's a lot still
'Cause I don't even know how I feel
But I'll kill for the love of the love you and I built
It's ride or die still
Your bills turnin' into my bills, shit done got real
It's not fake, every other day another sky date
F*ck in the '62s while we drivin' on the highway
Condo with the views out in Seoul, know the fly way
F*ckin' you from Monday all the way to Friday
Baby, you (you), oh, you were made for me
(You were made for me, yeah, you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray)
Pray your heart I'll always keep (always keep)
(I pray my motherf*ckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride) (ride for you, baby)
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (yeah)
Told you that shit gon' be forever, gon' remember me
And every time you call, you know I'm pullin' up instantly
Them diamonds on your arm gon' shine forever, to infinity
So even if you leave, it's lit forever, feel my energy, I still
'Member f*ckin' you off Hennessey and wildin' out
Deep all in it, tweakin' in it, got you howlin' out
Rich nigga, made me pull that Urus to your mama house
Them niggas on your mama block respect me, they see me hoppin' out
For real, I used to f*ck you, all my chains on
And listen to all your stories about your ex, some shit he ain't doin'
I wasn't really tryna hear it, but you sound pressed, like you was hangin' on
And I had to patch you up, so many diamonds 'til they get tangled on you
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (baby, you, yeah, you were made for me, yeah, yeah)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (be there instantly)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (heart I'll always keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (ride for you, baby)
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (just say you got me)
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (you know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (you know, you know)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby
Slide for you, baby, just say you got me (just say you got me)
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Writer: Austin Schindler, Joyce Irby, Kehlani Parrish, Nija Charles, Robert Williams, Savas Oguz, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Traci Hale, Wirlie Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © DIVA ONE MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DIVA ONE MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Me (FMW)
Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You f*ck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherf*cking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh
Three bad bitches, f*ckin' on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll
F*ckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
F*ck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon' get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no
We got them bricks in a drought
I call a play and they hittin' the route
This life I'm living be trippin' me out, 'cause I just let a famous bitch spit in my mouth (Ew)
I'ma buy a Birkin for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
If I rap about it, know I got that shit
Post it on the 'Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that's with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, f*ckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come f*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
F*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your's out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Heat to your face, clear pores out
I been hard workin' and humble
Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (Look)
I'm just gon' leave it alone (Yeah)
'Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I'm at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not f*ck with your kind, no
I do not f*ck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no (Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain't really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
'Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin' out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, f*ckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come f*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
F*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an' switch sides
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, f*ckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come f*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
F*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
You f*ck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherf*cking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh
Three bad bitches, f*ckin' on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll
F*ckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
F*ck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon' get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no
We got them bricks in a drought
I call a play and they hittin' the route
This life I'm living be trippin' me out, 'cause I just let a famous bitch spit in my mouth (Ew)
I'ma buy a Birkin for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
If I rap about it, know I got that shit
Post it on the 'Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that's with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, f*ckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come f*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
F*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your's out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Heat to your face, clear pores out
I been hard workin' and humble
Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (Look)
I'm just gon' leave it alone (Yeah)
'Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I'm at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not f*ck with your kind, no
I do not f*ck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no (Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain't really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
'Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin' out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, f*ckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come f*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
F*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an' switch sides
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, f*ckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come f*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
F*ck on me, tell her come f*ck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Writer: Robert Rihmeek Williams, Belcalis Almanzar
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hot
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit)
Fourth quarter
I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some shit lately
For real
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Yeah, this that city boy shit (real city)
This shit crazy, we ain't even kiss
I put some shit on her wrist (let's get it)
Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord
It's magic, flick of the wrist (brrt)
Parkin' the chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the shit
I gotta take a flick of this shit (let's go)
I know my haters be sick of this shit
I put a bitch on a bitch (on a bitch)
Wake in the mornin', I look in the mirror
It's crazy, I'm really this rich (shit crazy)
Feedin' my children and makin' my millions
I'm really as real as it gets (for real)
Poppin' them wheelies and shit
I got a Glock with a ten on that shit
And a switch on that shit, know we been on that shit
You know my niggas be sendin' that shit
We be goin' to war, we be pullin' that shit
We be spinnin' that shit, we be bendin' that shit
We be gettin' that money and spendin' that shit
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em
We give 'em to women and shit
I be jumpin' off jets with my members and shit
Everybody in my hood gon' remember this shit (yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this shit
We can go back and forth like it's tennis, lil' bitch
I don't go back and forth with no women and shit
Yeah, if you start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah
I walk in the spot (ooh)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (mmm, mmm)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Go
Hotter than Juvie in '99 (fire)
Drippin' Dior to my heel
Pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (on me)
I put this shit on, for real
Mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (ghetto)
Really like f*ck these niggas
I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cuttin' ties (f*ck)
This my life, your entertainment
I want the money, f*ck bein' famous
Why is you fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?)
Sick of these niggas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain
Goin' wherever the money take me (skrrt)
All this forever, that'll never change
Don't think about her but I miss her brain (on God)
Hit the switch, let the stick blow
To ride this wave, you need a big boat
Poppin' shit 'cause I was piss poor
Hotter than grandmama Crisco (go)
I told my nigga to move a lil' smooth (why?)
You can't even tell what the feds seen (spy)
I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN
I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
(Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit)
Fourth quarter
I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some shit lately
For real
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Yeah, this that city boy shit (real city)
This shit crazy, we ain't even kiss
I put some shit on her wrist (let's get it)
Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord
It's magic, flick of the wrist (brrt)
Parkin' the chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the shit
I gotta take a flick of this shit (let's go)
I know my haters be sick of this shit
I put a bitch on a bitch (on a bitch)
Wake in the mornin', I look in the mirror
It's crazy, I'm really this rich (shit crazy)
Feedin' my children and makin' my millions
I'm really as real as it gets (for real)
Poppin' them wheelies and shit
I got a Glock with a ten on that shit
And a switch on that shit, know we been on that shit
You know my niggas be sendin' that shit
We be goin' to war, we be pullin' that shit
We be spinnin' that shit, we be bendin' that shit
We be gettin' that money and spendin' that shit
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em
We give 'em to women and shit
I be jumpin' off jets with my members and shit
Everybody in my hood gon' remember this shit (yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this shit
We can go back and forth like it's tennis, lil' bitch
I don't go back and forth with no women and shit
Yeah, if you start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah
I walk in the spot (ooh)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (mmm, mmm)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Go
Hotter than Juvie in '99 (fire)
Drippin' Dior to my heel
Pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (on me)
I put this shit on, for real
Mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (ghetto)
Really like f*ck these niggas
I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cuttin' ties (f*ck)
This my life, your entertainment
I want the money, f*ck bein' famous
Why is you fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?)
Sick of these niggas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain
Goin' wherever the money take me (skrrt)
All this forever, that'll never change
Don't think about her but I miss her brain (on God)
Hit the switch, let the stick blow
To ride this wave, you need a big boat
Poppin' shit 'cause I was piss poor
Hotter than grandmama Crisco (go)
I told my nigga to move a lil' smooth (why?)
You can't even tell what the feds seen (spy)
I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN
I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Writer: Demario Dewayne White, Nii Tetteh, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love Train
I only can tell you the truth
Yeah, uh
I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it
I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn't receive it
'Cause you was listenin' to people that was listenin' to people
I had to get up and leave you 'cause you couldn't even see it
All this fame, turned you to a monster, shit like Resident Evil
And once the love turn toxic, think it's better I don't see you
'Cause I've been runnin' up my millions, shit been revving my ego
I put my money 'fore my bitches so we never get equal
'Cause then the world keep turning and the money keep burning
Living and I'm learning, ain't no bitches I'm concerned with
I seen everybody change on me 'bout some money
Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin' funny, I can't call it
I'm just strappin' and I ain't talkin'
Swear to God, none of y'all niggas better not grab for my coffin
Swear to God, bad bitches playin' Simon Says when I'm talkin'
And I can't say I'm runnin' them trenches when I ain't walkin'
I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it
Yeah, uh
Let me give you some game, how you gon' maintain?
'Cause niggas that hit it talk like bitches and they be sayin' things
And I know y'all booed up and that's cool, but did you know things change?
And you a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game
Turn to bad girls and make niggas rearrange things
And everything just turn into a blame game
Look at it like a watch, she could be a nice watch, you could get a plain Jane
You take that same watch, bust it down, it ain't worth the same thing
But it's gon' shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling
You add some diamonds to it, get a little shinin' to it
But think about it, take a good girl, add some wildin' to it
That's like a bust down Rollie, don't hold no value to it
And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in
'Cause time is money, gotta watch what you spend
You can't make it again
I've been down this road with too many hoes and I can't take it again
Take me
Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive
I got people tryna take me out like I ain't help invent 'em
Smell the venom like Baccarat, new money on the menu
And I'll never cross nobody that helped me to a million
Why you even finessin'? I wasn't even checkin'
Look at yourself, bitin' the hand that gave you extra
Niggas tryna leave me for dead, but this ain't checkers
I act like I don't notice and then I bring it to your chest up
To the neck up, aimin' at your head soon as I catch up
Too many millions, social media don't impress us
Too many feelings while I'm rappin', hope I don't mess up
I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it
Yeah, uh
I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it
I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn't receive it
'Cause you was listenin' to people that was listenin' to people
I had to get up and leave you 'cause you couldn't even see it
All this fame, turned you to a monster, shit like Resident Evil
And once the love turn toxic, think it's better I don't see you
'Cause I've been runnin' up my millions, shit been revving my ego
I put my money 'fore my bitches so we never get equal
'Cause then the world keep turning and the money keep burning
Living and I'm learning, ain't no bitches I'm concerned with
I seen everybody change on me 'bout some money
Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin' funny, I can't call it
I'm just strappin' and I ain't talkin'
Swear to God, none of y'all niggas better not grab for my coffin
Swear to God, bad bitches playin' Simon Says when I'm talkin'
And I can't say I'm runnin' them trenches when I ain't walkin'
I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it
Yeah, uh
Let me give you some game, how you gon' maintain?
'Cause niggas that hit it talk like bitches and they be sayin' things
And I know y'all booed up and that's cool, but did you know things change?
And you a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game
Turn to bad girls and make niggas rearrange things
And everything just turn into a blame game
Look at it like a watch, she could be a nice watch, you could get a plain Jane
You take that same watch, bust it down, it ain't worth the same thing
But it's gon' shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling
You add some diamonds to it, get a little shinin' to it
But think about it, take a good girl, add some wildin' to it
That's like a bust down Rollie, don't hold no value to it
And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in
'Cause time is money, gotta watch what you spend
You can't make it again
I've been down this road with too many hoes and I can't take it again
Take me
Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive
I got people tryna take me out like I ain't help invent 'em
Smell the venom like Baccarat, new money on the menu
And I'll never cross nobody that helped me to a million
Why you even finessin'? I wasn't even checkin'
Look at yourself, bitin' the hand that gave you extra
Niggas tryna leave me for dead, but this ain't checkers
I act like I don't notice and then I bring it to your chest up
To the neck up, aimin' at your head soon as I catch up
Too many millions, social media don't impress us
Too many feelings while I'm rappin', hope I don't mess up
I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it
Writer: Aaron Tesfagiorgis, Anthony Cruz, Robert Williams, Simon Gebrelul
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Northside Southside
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me
Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me
I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I don't know why these lil' niggas be playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that shit end with your family (brrt)
Perkies, thirties, young niggas shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin' (winnin')
I know the way that we livin' that we probably goin' to Hell any minute
He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitchin' (I can tell)
Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My dawg got them tickies for sellin' them brickies
But he ain't make a sale in a minute
Niggas been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Cappin', I know you niggas be cappin' (that's cap)
I hit the switch on you, tappin' (tap)
Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch
And the niggas that go make it happen (woo)
I don't look up to no rappers (I don't)
I ain't been talkin' no trappin' (I won't)
I've been investin', them shells up a check
It's ten million, and that was on taxes (woo)
I'm just turnin' up (I'm just turnin' it)
When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep
That shit be burnin' me up (shit be burnin' me)
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo
I pull up and donut the truck (skrrt-skrrt)
What's a hundred to me?
Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up (yeah)
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang (they can't)
Big FN on me hang (evident, evident)
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
My niggas got bricks for cheapest
Niggas got bits and pieces (yeah)
Niggas just showin' their weakness
Man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
Never no problem sleepin', Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated
Donnie what's happenin'? He doesn't know
Hollowman's tappin' it
Yeah, uppin' them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clappin' it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrappin' the rag on it (hmm)
Yeah, Southside shit
Niggas all workin' outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like KISS
Yeah, who's to be tested?
Hey, it's true to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian? (Yeah)
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testin'
Yeah, f*ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting
Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, yeah (shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me
Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me
I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I don't know why these lil' niggas be playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that shit end with your family (brrt)
Perkies, thirties, young niggas shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin' (winnin')
I know the way that we livin' that we probably goin' to Hell any minute
He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitchin' (I can tell)
Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My dawg got them tickies for sellin' them brickies
But he ain't make a sale in a minute
Niggas been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Cappin', I know you niggas be cappin' (that's cap)
I hit the switch on you, tappin' (tap)
Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch
And the niggas that go make it happen (woo)
I don't look up to no rappers (I don't)
I ain't been talkin' no trappin' (I won't)
I've been investin', them shells up a check
It's ten million, and that was on taxes (woo)
I'm just turnin' up (I'm just turnin' it)
When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep
That shit be burnin' me up (shit be burnin' me)
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo
I pull up and donut the truck (skrrt-skrrt)
What's a hundred to me?
Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up (yeah)
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang (they can't)
Big FN on me hang (evident, evident)
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
My niggas got bricks for cheapest
Niggas got bits and pieces (yeah)
Niggas just showin' their weakness
Man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
Never no problem sleepin', Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated
Donnie what's happenin'? He doesn't know
Hollowman's tappin' it
Yeah, uppin' them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clappin' it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrappin' the rag on it (hmm)
Yeah, Southside shit
Niggas all workin' outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like KISS
Yeah, who's to be tested?
Hey, it's true to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian? (Yeah)
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testin'
Yeah, f*ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting
Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Writer: Mark Lapple, Nathaniel Thompson, Robert Williams, Ron LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
We Slide
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
(Dinero, what the f*ck?)
Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (hrr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (work)
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Puttin' it in for all my dogs who never made it home
Spendin' nights all in the booth, and I been stayin' lone
Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me long
When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong
And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself
Been takin' risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt
Ain't have a dollar to my name, you don't know how I felt
So how the f*ck could niggas judge me when you ain't never love me?
Goin' to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me
Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain't hug me
Sippin' on a quarter, huh, grimy, thirsty, hungry
Streets was my religion, left my mama for my homies
And we all slide, if he offsides
When they caught my homie slippin', it's like we all died
Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried
Poppin' Percs and sippin' lean, and now we all high
Turned me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets
Got me out my mind, can't go outside without that ladder
I grew up in failure where your dreams'll get shattered
Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter
It don't matter
Lost my daddy, kindergarten, I got badder
When I was twelve, was livin' in hell and lightin' that gas up
So 'bout my dawg know we gon' mask up
Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth
Tryna wash away my sins 'cause I've been doin' dirt
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
My codefendant said he can't take no time
Said call the police like Mary J. Blige
The federales picked him up, this ain't no state time
I told him the safest way to talk is on the facetime, yeah
Slide in the the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick
Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics
My brother down the road with a iPhone
Told him don't get used to that, he know I'm gettin' him back home
I cry stale tears and don't know why, why
They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon' let it fly (gon' let it fly)
My mama told me let my pride stay to the side
But I had drunk it like a pint
I made a mistake and killed a player
Keep the Glock when I pray 'cause he won't save us (yeah)
They let a rat kill my neighbor
If I had knew you wouldn't hang, would've told my dawg do me a favor
We slidin', we slidin', we slidin' for slime
We slide, we gon' slide if it's slime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I show people love so they won't kill me (yeah)
Screamin' on the mic, I'm tryna make baby feel me (yeah)
Crosses on my chest, baguettie fingers'll heal me (heal me)
I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my company
Black and white Phantom, made the funeral referee
Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (hrr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (work)
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
(Dinero, what the f*ck?)
Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (hrr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (work)
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Puttin' it in for all my dogs who never made it home
Spendin' nights all in the booth, and I been stayin' lone
Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me long
When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong
And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself
Been takin' risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt
Ain't have a dollar to my name, you don't know how I felt
So how the f*ck could niggas judge me when you ain't never love me?
Goin' to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me
Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain't hug me
Sippin' on a quarter, huh, grimy, thirsty, hungry
Streets was my religion, left my mama for my homies
And we all slide, if he offsides
When they caught my homie slippin', it's like we all died
Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried
Poppin' Percs and sippin' lean, and now we all high
Turned me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets
Got me out my mind, can't go outside without that ladder
I grew up in failure where your dreams'll get shattered
Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter
It don't matter
Lost my daddy, kindergarten, I got badder
When I was twelve, was livin' in hell and lightin' that gas up
So 'bout my dawg know we gon' mask up
Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth
Tryna wash away my sins 'cause I've been doin' dirt
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
My codefendant said he can't take no time
Said call the police like Mary J. Blige
The federales picked him up, this ain't no state time
I told him the safest way to talk is on the facetime, yeah
Slide in the the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick
Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics
My brother down the road with a iPhone
Told him don't get used to that, he know I'm gettin' him back home
I cry stale tears and don't know why, why
They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon' let it fly (gon' let it fly)
My mama told me let my pride stay to the side
But I had drunk it like a pint
I made a mistake and killed a player
Keep the Glock when I pray 'cause he won't save us (yeah)
They let a rat kill my neighbor
If I had knew you wouldn't hang, would've told my dawg do me a favor
We slidin', we slidin', we slidin' for slime
We slide, we gon' slide if it's slime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I show people love so they won't kill me (yeah)
Screamin' on the mic, I'm tryna make baby feel me (yeah)
Crosses on my chest, baguettie fingers'll heal me (heal me)
I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my company
Black and white Phantom, made the funeral referee
Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (hrr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (work)
When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jeffrey Williams, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tweakin
Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my-
[Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes
[Meek Mill]
Old niggas hatin' on the young niggas, damn
Young niggas wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram
I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am
It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends
They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them"
It's lil' fish, I take ya bitch for a swim
The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them
That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
Niggas know I won't fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all
I get money, f*ck bitches, and I ball
My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all
And y'all still couldn't body me
Flow smoother than Wallaby
I do it so honorably
And y'all wonder why they proud of me
This shit is rare
Man, I had cops tryna lie on me
I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz
How could I ever trust a bitch when I done f*cked her friends?
'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' f*ck my man
Damn, hate the game, not the players in it
They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her
And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it
I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you niggas playin' with it (Ha)
In the studio, I don't sleep
'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week
I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper and deeper, that shit y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper
I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin'
'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em
I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good
And niggas had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches
Y'all niggas outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three niggas in the mix
Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters
'21 Maybach fly by, see you later
They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator
And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real
[Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my-
[Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes
[Meek Mill]
Old niggas hatin' on the young niggas, damn
Young niggas wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram
I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am
It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends
They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them"
It's lil' fish, I take ya bitch for a swim
The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them
That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
Niggas know I won't fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all
I get money, f*ck bitches, and I ball
My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all
And y'all still couldn't body me
Flow smoother than Wallaby
I do it so honorably
And y'all wonder why they proud of me
This shit is rare
Man, I had cops tryna lie on me
I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz
How could I ever trust a bitch when I done f*cked her friends?
'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' f*ck my man
Damn, hate the game, not the players in it
They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her
And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it
I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you niggas playin' with it (Ha)
In the studio, I don't sleep
'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week
I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper and deeper, that shit y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper
I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin'
'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em
I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good
And niggas had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches
Y'all niggas outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three niggas in the mix
Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters
'21 Maybach fly by, see you later
They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator
And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real
[Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Love Money
If you know I did it for you, why you ain't pay me back? (Why you ain't pay me back?)
Why I gotta tell you I love you so you can say it back? (Why?)
Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack
Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love, left with my money
(Ain't no love, left with my money, ain't no love, left with my money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die through the trenches like I live in the hood)
I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (let's go)
Same people crossed me say they sorry, but they ain't even make it right
I go to sleep with one eye of open, it's like a way of life
'Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin' like we playin' dice (no crappin' out)
Niggas can't figure me out, I be on everything
You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin
Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin' on better things (brrt)
They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed
Pastor sewed it up, I'm goin' up, now niggas text me
People that I grew up with and they switched couldn't even get next to me
Do a favor for 'em, see if they real just like my specialty
Knowin' I don't even need the paper back, shit like a test for me (shit like a test for me)
Niggas testin' me (niggas testin' me)
Knowin' that I'm one of them is special (know that)
My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a building
I only put it on the 'gram to give you the recipe
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (ain't no love)
(Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (I bleed blood)
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die doin' a hundred, ride or die)
Too much money comin' in, I don't even count it
Maybach and the Cullinan, I don't even drive it
None of y'all niggas can't tell me I ain't solid
Assassination of my character 'cause I told you I ain't got it
Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget 'em
Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom
How you gon' say that I forgot you? All them times I had to spot you (spot you)
The only thing is 'bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow
Know my dad died as a rival, but I'm still proud of my father
So I put Prada on his baby mama
And I had to tell my youngin' in the trenches
"Don't you ever take no risks, if you gon' spend it on designer" (on designer)
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on this money (on this money)
It's just blood left on this money
Blood on these bitches
Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties
Showed too much love, he got whacked in December
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (ain't no love)
(Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (I bleed blood)
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die doin' a hundred, ride or die doin' a-)
Why I gotta tell you I love you so you can say it back? (Why?)
Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack
Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love, left with my money
(Ain't no love, left with my money, ain't no love, left with my money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die through the trenches like I live in the hood)
I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (let's go)
Same people crossed me say they sorry, but they ain't even make it right
I go to sleep with one eye of open, it's like a way of life
'Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin' like we playin' dice (no crappin' out)
Niggas can't figure me out, I be on everything
You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin
Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin' on better things (brrt)
They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed
Pastor sewed it up, I'm goin' up, now niggas text me
People that I grew up with and they switched couldn't even get next to me
Do a favor for 'em, see if they real just like my specialty
Knowin' I don't even need the paper back, shit like a test for me (shit like a test for me)
Niggas testin' me (niggas testin' me)
Knowin' that I'm one of them is special (know that)
My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a building
I only put it on the 'gram to give you the recipe
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (ain't no love)
(Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (I bleed blood)
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die doin' a hundred, ride or die)
Too much money comin' in, I don't even count it
Maybach and the Cullinan, I don't even drive it
None of y'all niggas can't tell me I ain't solid
Assassination of my character 'cause I told you I ain't got it
Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget 'em
Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom
How you gon' say that I forgot you? All them times I had to spot you (spot you)
The only thing is 'bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow
Know my dad died as a rival, but I'm still proud of my father
So I put Prada on his baby mama
And I had to tell my youngin' in the trenches
"Don't you ever take no risks, if you gon' spend it on designer" (on designer)
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on this money (on this money)
It's just blood left on this money
Blood on these bitches
Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties
Showed too much love, he got whacked in December
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (ain't no love)
(Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (I bleed blood)
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die doin' a hundred, ride or die doin' a-)
Writer: Anthony Cruz, David Weiner, Eduardo Earle, Grant Hewlett, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © ET AL MUSIC CO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © ET AL MUSIC CO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Blue Notes 2
[Meek Mill]
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
Yeah (Brrt)
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a lil' bit more
Just a teeny bit
Turn me up, Cruz
It's so many motherf*ckin' hundreds, you gotta make a part two
I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I knew my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock 'em down if you owe me
I just be slidin' 'round, hittin' the building
We movin' with Glock, pounds, and them .40s
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Where did the shit scene niggas cracked on me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket, and I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told his momma, every time that she cry, "We gon' slide on 'em"
I look you niggas right dead in the eye and I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
How would you feel if you bust some mill' with some niggas and they switch the side on you?
How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how Thug feel
And you ain't rich, nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy (Pussy)
Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin' an expensive Range
[Lil Uzi Vert]
Neck got expensive chain
He got drug money (Yeah), that's an expensive game (Yeah)
I got an expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's an expensive name (Yeah)
[Meek Mill]
I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall (Wall)
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin' us, no way they matchin' me off (Matchin' me off)
Who really gon' stick me if we gettin' busy and we seein' rap when it's bought? (Bought)
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum and they sayin' that was a wash, ayy
I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field with them late nights, off Benadryl With them great whites, locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was the richest nigga in the prison
I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I was watchin' moves
Yeah, I was the brokest nigga, in the kitchen
I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't
I was hard-headed, I ain't listen
Kinda glad that I never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this?
I'm supposed to go get money, and keep doin' favors, and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
And why every time niggas talk about me and it's bad, they keep comin' to you?
[Meek Mill]
I never got that part
Nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come to me like ho ass nigga
I'll slap the shit out you, f*ck it
Woo
[Meek Mill]
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' 'bout bodies, we talkin' 'bout millions
We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom as soon as I walk in the building
You know how I'm livin'
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy
Don't look all sensitive, you know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, it's just me and one of my savages, nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin with twenty, we totin' and pimpin'
It's f*ck what niggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank
[Lil Uzi Vert]
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this bitch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen, whippin' Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars on these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
I'm on point, ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit and she know that I'm rich
Every time that I f*ck, she say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
Yeah (Brrt)
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a lil' bit more
Just a teeny bit
Turn me up, Cruz
It's so many motherf*ckin' hundreds, you gotta make a part two
I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I knew my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock 'em down if you owe me
I just be slidin' 'round, hittin' the building
We movin' with Glock, pounds, and them .40s
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Where did the shit scene niggas cracked on me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket, and I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told his momma, every time that she cry, "We gon' slide on 'em"
I look you niggas right dead in the eye and I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
How would you feel if you bust some mill' with some niggas and they switch the side on you?
How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how Thug feel
And you ain't rich, nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy (Pussy)
Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin' an expensive Range
[Lil Uzi Vert]
Neck got expensive chain
He got drug money (Yeah), that's an expensive game (Yeah)
I got an expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's an expensive name (Yeah)
[Meek Mill]
I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall (Wall)
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin' us, no way they matchin' me off (Matchin' me off)
Who really gon' stick me if we gettin' busy and we seein' rap when it's bought? (Bought)
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum and they sayin' that was a wash, ayy
I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field with them late nights, off Benadryl With them great whites, locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was the richest nigga in the prison
I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I was watchin' moves
Yeah, I was the brokest nigga, in the kitchen
I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't
I was hard-headed, I ain't listen
Kinda glad that I never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this?
I'm supposed to go get money, and keep doin' favors, and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
And why every time niggas talk about me and it's bad, they keep comin' to you?
[Meek Mill]
I never got that part
Nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come to me like ho ass nigga
I'll slap the shit out you, f*ck it
Woo
[Meek Mill]
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' 'bout bodies, we talkin' 'bout millions
We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom as soon as I walk in the building
You know how I'm livin'
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy
Don't look all sensitive, you know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, it's just me and one of my savages, nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin with twenty, we totin' and pimpin'
It's f*ck what niggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank
[Lil Uzi Vert]
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this bitch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen, whippin' Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars on these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
I'm on point, ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit and she know that I'm rich
Every time that I f*ck, she say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
Writer: Alexander Papamitrou, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Williams, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Angels (RIP Lil Snupe and Nipsey)
Yeah
When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain't get to feel it
And I can't lie, been on my mind that I ain't hit his this killer
Too many guys been switchin' sides, it's only gettin' realer
Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)
All the money deals made me stress more
Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more
Seen my brother's true colors, ain't have a check for 'em
And when it come to my mother, don't even check on
Money and violence, I'm like, "F*ck it, we wildin'"
Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I'm like, "F*ck it, we slidin'"
Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island to clear my mind up
And you can't cry 'bout that street shit once you sign up
My homie called me 'bout some cash, it f*cked my mind up
Niggas was bitin' down my back, it f*cked my spine up
You ain't even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us, you tryna slime us
Trust gettin' lower as the money go up
Heart gettin' colder, I've been very sober
When they say the opps died, we ain't trippin', we like, "So what?"
We ain't here to keep your name alive 'cause we know that it's over
It's over
It's over (haha)
It's over
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' like it'll be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know who'll slide from the beginning
Thought I was losin', niggas was switchin' sides
We try to win and we winnin', yeah
Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run 'em over
So I ain't even notice when I ran over a cobra
You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers
The Impala was breakin' down, but now my Phantom got a chauffer
And I done bulletproofed the Rover
I can't trust nobody, I ain't even invite nobody over
Perkies in my body, I feel less heavy when I'm sober
I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer
(Pray the money bring us closer)
Hope the money bring us closer
Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders, niggas thought that it was over
I've been doin' my thing all quarantine, just tryna clean my soul up
Niggas askin' when I'm droppin', shit, I was tryna get some closure
I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments
See my feelings, I'm gon' hold it
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' like it'll be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know who'll slide from the beginning
Thought I was losin', niggas was switchin' sides
We try to win and we winnin'
When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain't get to feel it
And I can't lie, been on my mind that I ain't hit his this killer
Too many guys been switchin' sides, it's only gettin' realer
Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)
All the money deals made me stress more
Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more
Seen my brother's true colors, ain't have a check for 'em
And when it come to my mother, don't even check on
Money and violence, I'm like, "F*ck it, we wildin'"
Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I'm like, "F*ck it, we slidin'"
Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island to clear my mind up
And you can't cry 'bout that street shit once you sign up
My homie called me 'bout some cash, it f*cked my mind up
Niggas was bitin' down my back, it f*cked my spine up
You ain't even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us, you tryna slime us
Trust gettin' lower as the money go up
Heart gettin' colder, I've been very sober
When they say the opps died, we ain't trippin', we like, "So what?"
We ain't here to keep your name alive 'cause we know that it's over
It's over
It's over (haha)
It's over
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' like it'll be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know who'll slide from the beginning
Thought I was losin', niggas was switchin' sides
We try to win and we winnin', yeah
Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run 'em over
So I ain't even notice when I ran over a cobra
You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers
The Impala was breakin' down, but now my Phantom got a chauffer
And I done bulletproofed the Rover
I can't trust nobody, I ain't even invite nobody over
Perkies in my body, I feel less heavy when I'm sober
I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer
(Pray the money bring us closer)
Hope the money bring us closer
Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders, niggas thought that it was over
I've been doin' my thing all quarantine, just tryna clean my soul up
Niggas askin' when I'm droppin', shit, I was tryna get some closure
I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments
See my feelings, I'm gon' hold it
They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' like it'll be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know who'll slide from the beginning
Thought I was losin', niggas was switchin' sides
We try to win and we winnin'
Writer: Douglas Whitehead, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cold Hearted 3
Uh, yeah
I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died
Fifty mill' in my account, had to strategize
And when I got it out the mud, I wasn't satisfied
And Lord knows that I was sinnin', but I got gratified
So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies
War with us, we test them guys
Street sweep, we gon' dust them guys
Gotta watch 'em close
Some niggas snakes, don't trust them guys
My niggas said, "They cool", I'm like, "No, f*ck that side"
It's only the mob, rep that shit like it's God
You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon' die
If you switch, you gon' die
'Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill' to my name
Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain't hear me complain
I'm a G, I take my scars and I wear 'em in pain
You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame
You let this money come between us, I ain't barely seen ya
And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina
Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño
And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to
Niggas fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em
I peep they been on some shit, I think it's time to flush 'em
Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin' like the Russians
I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah
I never thought it would come down to this
Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit
Millions off of rappin', I done found some shit
Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit
I don't know where I'm goin', I just know I'ma win
And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I'ma sin
Lord know I'ma sin, yeah
And if I go to the hood, they gon' force me to kill
And if nobody gon' slide
I'ma load up and drill, that's no bap
It's no bap, mmm
I know what I gotta do
Hov told me 'bout this type of shit on volume two
Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through
And they could've cuff my niggas, but they was dyin' too
I keep my Glock, one in the head
Got me layin' with this shit with my son in the bed
And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead
It's crazy this the type of shit that go to my head
I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires
But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there
Yeah, it's just money, ain't no feelings here
You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair, yeah, ooh
So many lost lives 'cause niggas couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides
You let them niggas talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides
And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides
Yeah, mmm
Jealousy, envy, self hate
I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died
Fifty mill' in my account, had to strategize
And when I got it out the mud, I wasn't satisfied
And Lord knows that I was sinnin', but I got gratified
So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies
War with us, we test them guys
Street sweep, we gon' dust them guys
Gotta watch 'em close
Some niggas snakes, don't trust them guys
My niggas said, "They cool", I'm like, "No, f*ck that side"
It's only the mob, rep that shit like it's God
You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon' die
If you switch, you gon' die
'Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill' to my name
Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain't hear me complain
I'm a G, I take my scars and I wear 'em in pain
You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame
You let this money come between us, I ain't barely seen ya
And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina
Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño
And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to
Niggas fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em
I peep they been on some shit, I think it's time to flush 'em
Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin' like the Russians
I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah
I never thought it would come down to this
Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit
Millions off of rappin', I done found some shit
Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit
I don't know where I'm goin', I just know I'ma win
And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I'ma sin
Lord know I'ma sin, yeah
And if I go to the hood, they gon' force me to kill
And if nobody gon' slide
I'ma load up and drill, that's no bap
It's no bap, mmm
I know what I gotta do
Hov told me 'bout this type of shit on volume two
Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through
And they could've cuff my niggas, but they was dyin' too
I keep my Glock, one in the head
Got me layin' with this shit with my son in the bed
And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead
It's crazy this the type of shit that go to my head
I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires
But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there
Yeah, it's just money, ain't no feelings here
You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair, yeah, ooh
So many lost lives 'cause niggas couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides
You let them niggas talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides
And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides
Yeah, mmm
Jealousy, envy, self hate
Writer: Austin Schindler, Bkorn, Hunter Powell, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Halo
Should I just wear a halo?
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mm-hmm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels, yeah, angels)
Yeah
I've been grindin' all my life, chasin' dreams
Not really payin' attention what it do to my health
And I could tell you that this life ain't what it seems
But no matter what it is, I stay true to myself
I say, "Young nigga rumble and stay humble through the fake shit"
All this money and bad bitches, I'm in the matrix
Tryna be successful and still fightin' open cases
At times I get angry at God, like, "Why you take Nip?"
Got me losin' hope in the hood, I'm feelin' hatred
From niggas that look just like me, same color faces
She say she ain't f*ck in a year, I told her taste it
She did it on the first night, and I'm lookin' for my first wife
Tryna find trust in my heart, but it don't work right
Think I'm gettin' numb to the pain, 'cause it don't hurt right
I just wanna go to my hood, wheelie a dirt bike
And post up on the block with the ones that think that I forgot
How we was standin' on the corner with them Glocks
But I know, if I go back to that corner, I'll get shot
Or get robbed, in a box to make me fade away
I miss y'all too but this my calling to go pave a way, for real
Should I just wear a halo?
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mm-hmm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels, yeah, angels)
Yeah
And everybody competin' on social media
Shit is fake, all it did was make us greedier
I got it all, and I be still feelin' needier
Tryna shine for all the times they ain't believe in us
So I kinda relate when I see you bein' fake
Shorty take that makeup off, I wanna see your face
Standin' in the club, poppin' bottles, sippin' Ace
Lookin' at the people, lookin' at me like I'm straight
Knowin' I've been goin' through some shit that I don't speak about
Lately I've been stressin' 'bout, man, f*ck it, I'ma leave it out
Let 'em know my business, they gon' judge me, f*ck it, keep 'em out
I been soul searchin' all alone, diggin' deeper now
Tryna find my truth, dream chasin' as a youth
Last night, shit, I was stressin', I woke up and bought a coupe
Put it on the 'Gram and made a caption, that was cool
But I feel better when I'm pickin' Papi up from school
Just chillin' with my mind, this feel better
Than when I'm chillin' with the thot, 'cause I know
All these hoes they ain't really on my side, and I know
Say he my bro, but he ain't really down to slide
And it's a few that got my back, and I could feel it in my spine
And we gon' chase these dreams
Pray the money never make me change
But I got two just to make these lanes
'Cause it's gon' make me aim even higher than ever
Sincerely yours, you know I'm grindin' forever
Should I just wear a halo?
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels
Though it gets hard for me, gotta make a living (a living)
Nigga got mouths to feed, can't turn up missing
Niggas do wrong by me, I'm unforgiving
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mm-hmm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels, yeah, angels)
Yeah
I've been grindin' all my life, chasin' dreams
Not really payin' attention what it do to my health
And I could tell you that this life ain't what it seems
But no matter what it is, I stay true to myself
I say, "Young nigga rumble and stay humble through the fake shit"
All this money and bad bitches, I'm in the matrix
Tryna be successful and still fightin' open cases
At times I get angry at God, like, "Why you take Nip?"
Got me losin' hope in the hood, I'm feelin' hatred
From niggas that look just like me, same color faces
She say she ain't f*ck in a year, I told her taste it
She did it on the first night, and I'm lookin' for my first wife
Tryna find trust in my heart, but it don't work right
Think I'm gettin' numb to the pain, 'cause it don't hurt right
I just wanna go to my hood, wheelie a dirt bike
And post up on the block with the ones that think that I forgot
How we was standin' on the corner with them Glocks
But I know, if I go back to that corner, I'll get shot
Or get robbed, in a box to make me fade away
I miss y'all too but this my calling to go pave a way, for real
Should I just wear a halo?
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mm-hmm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels, yeah, angels)
Yeah
And everybody competin' on social media
Shit is fake, all it did was make us greedier
I got it all, and I be still feelin' needier
Tryna shine for all the times they ain't believe in us
So I kinda relate when I see you bein' fake
Shorty take that makeup off, I wanna see your face
Standin' in the club, poppin' bottles, sippin' Ace
Lookin' at the people, lookin' at me like I'm straight
Knowin' I've been goin' through some shit that I don't speak about
Lately I've been stressin' 'bout, man, f*ck it, I'ma leave it out
Let 'em know my business, they gon' judge me, f*ck it, keep 'em out
I been soul searchin' all alone, diggin' deeper now
Tryna find my truth, dream chasin' as a youth
Last night, shit, I was stressin', I woke up and bought a coupe
Put it on the 'Gram and made a caption, that was cool
But I feel better when I'm pickin' Papi up from school
Just chillin' with my mind, this feel better
Than when I'm chillin' with the thot, 'cause I know
All these hoes they ain't really on my side, and I know
Say he my bro, but he ain't really down to slide
And it's a few that got my back, and I could feel it in my spine
And we gon' chase these dreams
Pray the money never make me change
But I got two just to make these lanes
'Cause it's gon' make me aim even higher than ever
Sincerely yours, you know I'm grindin' forever
Should I just wear a halo?
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels
Though it gets hard for me, gotta make a living (a living)
Nigga got mouths to feed, can't turn up missing
Niggas do wrong by me, I'm unforgiving
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
Writer: Austin William Schindler, Christopher Brent Wood, Fabbien Kallet Nahounou, Jason Avalos, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Rupert Jr. Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Flamerz Flow
1209
(What it do, 30?)
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin' up before Corona
Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley
While I'm swing around the corner
Paper tag this is not a loaner
Drug dealer, this one for the owners
This ain't for the leasers
Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers
Put her on the block list, I'm like, "Bye Felicia"
I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita
And shorty she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her
F*ck her, I don't feed her, I just f*ck her, I don't need her
I'm like, "We just tryna win shit"
Glock fourth gen shit, clear clip extend shit
Don't fear shit, we been shit
Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they shit
We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit
He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it
Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers playin' "Bye Bye Birdie", ya' dig?
Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey
I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me
I was rich as f*ck, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early
Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?
Plain Jane Richie, five-hundred-eighty Benz
Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band
They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man
(What it do, 30?)
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin' up before Corona
Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley
While I'm swing around the corner
Paper tag this is not a loaner
Drug dealer, this one for the owners
This ain't for the leasers
Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers
Put her on the block list, I'm like, "Bye Felicia"
I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita
And shorty she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her
F*ck her, I don't feed her, I just f*ck her, I don't need her
I'm like, "We just tryna win shit"
Glock fourth gen shit, clear clip extend shit
Don't fear shit, we been shit
Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they shit
We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit
He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it
Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers playin' "Bye Bye Birdie", ya' dig?
Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey
I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me
I was rich as f*ck, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early
Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?
Plain Jane Richie, five-hundred-eighty Benz
Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band
They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man
Writer: Robert Rihmeek Williams, Samuel Gloade
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Expensive Pain is the fifth studio album by American rapper Meek Mill. It was released on October 1, 2021, through Atlantic Records And Maybach Music Group. The production on the album was handled by multiple producers including Boi-1da, Tay Keith, Vinylz, 30 Roc, Cardo and Sevn Thomas among others. The album also features guest appearances from Lil Baby, Lil Durk, Kehlani, ASAP Ferg, Moneybagg Yo, Giggs, Young Thug, Vory, Lil Uzi Vert, and Brent Faiyaz.
Expensive Pain was supported by three singles: "Flamerz Flow", "Sharing Locations" and "Blue Notes 2". The album received generally mixed to positive reviews from music critics, and was a commercial success.
It debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 95,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
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Meek MillExpensive Pain was supported by three singles: "Flamerz Flow", "Sharing Locations" and "Blue Notes 2". The album received generally mixed to positive reviews from music critics, and was a commercial success.
It debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 95,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Genre(s): Hip Hop
Producer(s): 30 Roc, Amore, AT, Austin Powerz, Bkorn, Boi-1da, Brent Faiyaz, Datboi Squeeze, Dato, Rick Ross, Dougie, DZL, darko, Vianey OJ, Emkay, Fuse808, Gebrelul, JJ, KJ, L3gion, Nick Papz, Paperboy Fabe, Sav, Sevn Thomas, Svdominik, Tay Keith, Vinylz, Xander, Yex
Length: 55:04
Released: October 1st, 2021
Year: 2021