Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Daniel "Play Picasso" Gonzalez
Daniel "Play Picasso" Gonzalez
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Gonzalez
Daniel Gonzalez
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Daniel "Play Picasso" Gonzalez
Daniel "Play Picasso" Gonzalez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

All I wanted was a new Mercedes Bending off the corner whipping out the lot I got it Women love me but the niggas hate it But how can I lose when I came from the bottom Lord know, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Lord knows I'm filthy rich All this ice is like 50 bricks Rap niggas throwing hissy fits I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift And my bitch so bad she one my Christmas list Remember I prayed I really wished for this To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence I'm with some niggas that remembered we took some risks for this I'm talking risky business, flick the wrist Lord knows that I repent for this But Lord knows that if I get penned for this I prolly won't get home until I'm 56 They said I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars They spit my new verse at your wake while your lying The middle the Church, at your wake, no I'm lying I just came from jail, ain't do no crime They put me through hell sharpened my iron I did my push-ups and rode with the lion Like hold up From balling I'm tired I'm back in this bitch and I'm back on my shit Man they tell me be humble I'm cocky as hell Shout my bitches that answered my calls when I called to collect cause it got me through hell Shout out that judge that denied me my bail It made me smarter and made me go harder They locked me up and slowed my album up but I did not give up Cause I knew I would prevail Came in the game Philly as shit Look at these rappers they silly as shit I do not know why they be gassing these suckers but fuck because I am not feeling their shit Difference between me and most of these rappers I'm talking about work that I really put in Talking about pistols I put on my hip I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip, that I really done drove Really was froze in my hood and these bitches I really did hit Really was chose came up from nothing and now they like how he make millions so quick I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa I done [?] fucking on over In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa A brick on the table ain't sniffing no Coca No way All I wanted was a new Mercedes Bending off the corner whipping out the lot I got it Women love me but the niggas hate it But how can I lose when I came from the bottom Lords know, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Niggas couldn't see with binoculars on Back in the Maybach [?] on And all my niggas keep choppers on Don't reach round me that's a chopper zone Every time you be like [?] 250 thou what I dropped it on See us niggas [?] 'til Fox be on Seeing then momma picking out boxes for 'em I want everything got my own boxers Own headphones to get my popping on I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em Steady moving on these niggas get my boxing on All I hear from niggas what they prolly doing But all I ever hear is what I be doing All black Rottweiler that Givenchy on Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is off And the windows down like see y'all later Mirror tint on that bitch so you could see y'all hating Champagne caught pop like we all made it Y'll looking from the sideline we all hate it Money don't make it real, don't give a fuck if its 80 mil, pussy And just cause you got a Bently that Bently won't make you [?], pussy Still hating me from my city I'm thinking its [?] for real, pussie Cause all I got to say is kill, they'll come in like Navy Seals That's word to my momma I promise I won't do no block And shoot at you robbers and kill all you fuck niggas talking And lately I've been on this money don't run it back up just to put you in a coffin I heard you say you was running this city I seen you in traffic and you was just walking Niggas be popping that shit like they with it When niggas start hitting and you did was talk it you pussy All I wanted was a new Mercedes Bending off the corner whipping out the lot I got it Women love me but the niggas hate it But how can I lose when I came from the bottom Lords know, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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