Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Meek Mill
Canto
Larrance Dopson
Teclados
Chris Payton
Guitarra
TAYLOR KHYRIE
Teclados
The Weeknd
Artista sampleado
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Larrance Dopson
Autoría
Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye
Autoría
Adam Feeney
Autoría
Mike Levy
Autoría
Nikolas Papamitrou
Autoría
Omar Gomez
Autoría
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Larrance Dopson
Coproducción
Alex Estevez
Ingeniería
Lou Carrao
Ingeniería
Beat Menace
Coproducción
Steven Xia
Ingeniería
Colin Leonard
Masterización
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Ingeniería de mezcla
Dylan Del Olmo
Ingeniería de grabación
Anthony Cruz
Ingeniería de grabación
Papamitrou
Producción
Letra
[Intro]
Whoa, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Whoa, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
[Verse 1]
Make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you **** tell me that I got it good
Got a check and treat these **** like I'm Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin' at you ****, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin' all them nights when you was gone to bed
And if you think I owe you somethin', ****, go on ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line line like, "When you comin' home?"
My Mama see it in my face, she know there's somethin' wrong
Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long
Out on bail, but I still gotta keep somethin' on
'Cause I can't let 'em take my life
You might get left, you make that right
When he got left, it wasn't right
But he was tryna live that life
I call up Kulu with that jet
We like three-deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California, play that studio all night
We stayin' down for the love of the millions
Ain't layin down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin' now?
When **** wanted the smoke, you said, "Stand down", uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell ****, "You better come"
Sister said, "They gettin' over, it's like you lettin' them"
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin' in, checkin' out
I just had to check you out
2012, it was fifty **** when I'm steppin' out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain't lend it out
I ain't even know you was upset, that's what this shit about?
A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can't bring up one time you returned me for a favor?
So I play these **** real close
Talkin' closer than my neighbors
'Cause I know the signs when **** switch sides
Catch them vapors
[Chorus]
Used to be my dog, you was in my left titty
Screamed "Ride or die!", I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6, you wanted the 550
[Chorus]
Used to be my dog, you was in my left titty
Screamed "Ride or die!", I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6, you wanted the 550
[Outro]
See, I look at it like this
What? I'm supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio, pappin' my lights out?
Goin' city to city
Can't take my son to school when I want to
Can't see my mama, my family when I want to
Then give a **** my money?
To act like he hangin' with me?
I ain't never been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail, I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain't even ever think about a **** callin' my baby momma to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I'm doin' this time in the cell
Actin' like I owe you somethin'
Huh
Shit hurt my heart to see some of my closet friends
Turn their back on me about that attention needin'
Or a green piece of paper
With a slave-master on the front of that shit
I used to hear ****, **** that I was feedin'
I heard 'em whisperin', "Meek Mill finished"
I was like, "Damn, I was feedin' you, bro"
All I did was keep grindin'
Through the storm, ****
I'm like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night
On a daily basis, ****
For the love of the millions
Royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that'd never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that's doin' life
He can't offer me no money, he can't offer me nothin' but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don't come to me talkin' 'bout no money shit, ****
So if you feel some type of way about my money
We goin' to the furthest extent
To protect that plate that go in front of my son on the table, ****
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me
Even before I had money, ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig?
Uh
I told ****, "Stop askin' me where **** at
If you don't see 'em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away"
I got my **** I distanced myself from, we love each other, it's all love, but
Everybody can't make it
**** wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht
Huh?
Where they do that at?
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Adam Feeney, Larrance Dopson, Mike Levy, Omar Gomez, Robert Williams


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