Meek Mill의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Meek Mill
보컬
Future
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Navyadius Demun Wilburn
작사
Nikolas Papamitrou
작곡가
Ari Nijam
작곡가
Nii Noi Tetteh
작곡가
Sarthak Bharadwaj
작곡가
Robert Rihmeek Williams
작사
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Sarthak Bharadwaj
프로듀서
KJ
프로듀서
Nick Papz
프로듀서
Ari Beats
프로듀서
Colin Leonard
마스터링 엔지니어
Michael "Mackey" Dietrick
레코딩 엔지니어
Naiem "Lor" Parker
믹싱 엔지니어
가사
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Come with the gang, he one of the gang, I get him a lawyer or pay him a bail
He a lil' shooter, he ain't got no bitches, I get one my bitches to send him some mail
I was just whippin' the 'Rari on Collins, givin' 'em hell
She was just eatin' it 'til she cryin' (ooh), it's givin' Chanel
Give me some money, I know what to do, I turn one into two and just give a scale
Stackin' my coins, all my diamonds is water, I'm knowin' these niggas ain't wishin' me well
He got hit up that yard stick (brr), ooh, his kidneys failed
I've been puttin' it on, and you know I'ma pop shit 'cause I'm really for real
I ain't kissin' and tell, I'ma keep it a racky, niggas never could pack me
In the back of the 'Bach with a Maybach in back me, know I'm rich as an athlete
And I know what to do if them people come grab me, no, I'm never gon' pass peaks
Say I'm tellin' on who? Get you smoked automatically, it'll go on my rap sheet (brr, brr)
Ooh, racks, she throwin' it 'cause it was fat (okay)
I'm blowin' it 'cause I be knowin' I lock and get focused, and go get it back (yeah)
She gettin' real hype 'round Mike, Hov and I just told her, "Relax"
This shit out the trenches, I'm fresh out the kitchen from turnin' the stove to the max
And they killed my dawg a few days ago, I ain't holdin' it back (lil' B)
Can't even explain how I feel, 'less I'm rollin' off these pills (rollin')
I smoke some weed to go to sleep, and wake up prayin' it ain't real
Go through some new shit e'ry week, I need some head, so I could chill (for real)
For real, for real, for real, for real, really like that, for real, for real
Nigga got smacked, for real, for real, ain't layin' like that in the field, for real
Really got back, I started with nothin', I'll show you how to run up 'em Ms for real
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, I'm on a G6 in a 747, I'm gettin' high as a plane
That's my lil' nigga, he a lil' shooter, I gave him a bitch, told him, "Blow out his brain"
I'm on jet skies in the ocean, givin' 'em hell
She eat the dick up 'til she cry, cry, cry, it's givin' Chanel
I got 'em hitters with me, brought a whole lotta switches with me like I'm back in the trenches
I took the street route when I wake up and leave out, I can throw on Givenchy
I'm in the back of the 'Bach with a 'Bach followin' me with a Rolls behind
I got the Mac on the side of me, rackys, and I'm rich as an athlete
I don't know how to talk back to the police, I get caught with a whole ki'
Whippin' a Bimmer, I'm rockin' a Rollie, havin' trap money, low-key
I'm rockin' Prada on Prada, no LV, got more water than Maldives
Ain't havin' problems with gettin' my Benjis, I can smell all the envy
200 milli', for real, for real, I'm still with niggas who kill, for real
I'm in a milli', for real, for real, they goin' on a drilly for real, for real
Run up a billi' for real, for real, I'm bailin' out Melly, for real, for real
I got the racks, the racks, the racks, for real, they came in a vacuum seal
I'm in a coupe, coupe, when I'm droppin' the top off 'bout to hit off a cougar
I got a plug, plug when it comes to the drugs, drugs, I got money and shooters
You in the hood now, got 'em robbers and killers 'round, nigga, welcome to hell
I'm 'bout to touchdown where they runnin' and gunnin' down, brought 'em sticks with us
I'm gettin' Lewinsky in the back of the Benzi from two friend skis
I got some mixed breeds tryna eat up my undies, leave hungry
I'm on a Lear, the vision crystal clear, uh, Cartier
She gave me mop, top all year, now it's givin' some new gear
I got some bitches I'm ballin' on this year, think I'm playin' for Pat Riley
I got the whole Skyami on G6 when they thought we was doin' molly
I'm in the pent', the one with the city, the view, with the glass, you get what you choose
Ridin' the Batmobile, 200 to sit on the dash, it's givin' a coupe
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Robert Williams, Nii Noi Tetteh, Nikolas Papamitrou, Sarthak Ramachandra Bharadwaj, Ari Nijam
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