Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Dave Chappelle
Dave Chappelle
Vocals
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Keyboards
Mariachi Tierra Mia
Mariachi Tierra Mia
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Songwriter
Dwight Sonti Brown
Dwight Sonti Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bangladesh
Bangladesh
Producer
Roc Da Mike
Roc Da Mike
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

(Ay papi, Meek apúrate, fuck) No more apologizing for being excellent (Eso no importa pues, apúrate) From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope (Quiero la plata, nada más) And not apologize for it I'm sorry, I'm dope, nigga (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya, ya mismo) Wrap your mind around it, embrace it, this is a fact of life (Mmm, papi) God, I am so good (Bangladesh) Thank you Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend Shit, look at these haters, they hatin' again I know they don't like it, they takin' it in Fuck up a check, then we makin' it back She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in that She want the D, I've been waitin' on that I've been doing my thing, they've been hatin' on that And I meant what I said, I ain't takin' it back We get you chain, we ain't takin' it back Reach for my chain, get a fracture for that Only speak on my name when you statin' the facts, please I know we ballin' too much And all of these pretty hoes fallin' for us I say, "Ven aquí mami," and call her to us If I give you my number, don't call me too much, comprende? City to city, bad bitches and titties She jump on the jet with me, she on the tour I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchy My pockets on Benji and she in Dior Flex on the 'Gram just to look like you got it But really you broke (but really you broke) Seen suckas pop shit on their Twitter Like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked) Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter Just telling us jokes (telling us jokes) While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread Tryna turn it to toast, for real They say we talk about money too much But maybe they ain't gettin' money enough I say, "Dímelo, papi," he come with a truck He gon' make me a tab and I'm runnin' it up, gracias Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records You see 'em, don't do anything Okay, killin' these niggas with more than before Been stuntin' and shinin' since back in the '90s I'm 'bout it, forgot it, the Glock in my pocket Remind you and plus the whole city behind me Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me I'm solid and thorough, stand up as fuck See these niggas, I just be like, "What the fuck?" Ain't no way in the hell you can fuck with us Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her That's how I do it, can't give you the formula Don't stop me now, I'm just warmin' up Niggas be actin', the fuck they performin' for Leave 'em right there for the coroner Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner Aston Martin, the attire is formal How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us normal We Grand Hustle, and schemin' and chasin' our dream Stackin' that paper Hearin' my raps and you see me, you see what I mean Drippin' that flavor Fuck niggas hatin', don't try me, I split that potato Then go sit and eat with the mayor, skiin' in Vail David Chappelle told me you niggas is funny as hell Run to the smoke and then runnin' to tell Open the vault, put you under the jail, damn! Como dice Pablo 'Plata O Plomo'? Así es como es Que te vaya bien, bitch! Hey, que pasa, mi amigo You know that nigga? Ay, tranquilo What'd he do? Hahahaha Ask him if he got some weed Yo quiero grande mota Man, what'd you just say? Cómo se dice "a lot of weed?" (Yeah) Yeah yo quiero grande mota Okay (huh?) Cocaína? (Hell yeah) Mucho (we want that) Ahahahahaha Ya dig?
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Clifford J. Harris, Shondrae L. Crawford, Dwight Sonti Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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