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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Sadie Kraft
Sadie Kraft
Spoken Word
Cardo
Cardo
Programming
Deats
Deats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominik Patrzek
Dominik Patrzek
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Assistant Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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, "Fuck it," then rented them all If life's a bitch, I'm having my way with that shit, and I'm hitting it raw (having it) Ain't none of y'all niggas getting 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 fuck and the top real good (pretty as fuck) Call Ern, I ain't even want him to wild, he shot up the hood Y'all niggas be paying them hitters for real, y'all not any good (y'all niggas is pussy) Green-face AP cost me 450, we don't see y'all ass I been hurting your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all checks She gotta move real careful, like it's a operati', you should see her texts Names start popping up, planes, I'll pop in 'em, y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best I just came right back outside, now all the baddies back outside Fuck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die I been balling so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pound She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that, tell her take her time (take her time) They really love it, but I get with so many hunnids, can't make her mine Yeah, she said, "Meek, come fuck me rough," and I was tryna break her spine (let's get it) Knowing this lil' bitch fucked my dawg, and I can't make her mine (make her mine) Outside, outside, outside, outside, I just popped out, came back outside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway), we outside with it (we outside) Reaching for my Richard, you gon' die with it (die) I been keeping 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 mic's all in they face for all my young niggas passed away, yeah (away) I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am) Y'all niggas only ones keeping them hoes, y'all giving that cash away, okay, okay (yeah, yeah) Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo Okay, okay He hasn't slept in probably seven days Go 'head, ki' like a brick (a bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (she bad) Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we toting them sticks (brrt) My dawg got life in the cell (got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't) Start balling like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and B's on my list (yeah) And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (yeah) Every bitch that I be fucking get Rollies for real, like pardon my bitch (yeah) She looked me dead in my eyes when she sucking and she tryna start up some shit (yeah) Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, getting 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 walking and talking my shit, yeah Niggas can't see me, we toting them chop's, yeah (niggas ain't see us) I had dreams of murdering opps, ripping them demons and burning them blocks They couldn't believe it, I'm turning the blocks, yeah (yeah) Back in them trenches again (we back) Toting extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him We open it up, open it up, I fuck from the back when I'm choking her up .223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no getting up No getting up, no getting up, tripping on niggas, they soaking it up (soaking) Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a fuck if it's poking or what What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Writer(s): Michael Dean, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Jacques Webster, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Abaraham Joseph Shayaa Bin Abraham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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