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Expensive Pain

Meek Mill

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Meek Mill - Expensive Pain (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Jena Goldsack
Jena Goldsack
Spoken Word
Mike Holmes
Mike Holmes
Programming
Vianey OJ
Vianey OJ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vianey Mfuamba
Vianey Mfuamba
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Julius Noah Maria Herold
Julius Noah Maria Herold
Songwriter
Mike Holmes
Mike Holmes
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Assistant Engineer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Assistant Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Darko
Darko
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Mike Holmes
Mike Holmes
Producer
Vianey OJ
Vianey OJ
Producer

Lyrics

Zone, I got lights in this bitch, turn me up somethin' Cruz Jim in this bitch, Ellis in this bitch, wassup? Uh, I bought the Richie for a quarter, but I sold it for a nickel Hold on, lemme hit the blunt I'm bringin' real niggas home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official Yeah, uh When I start stressin', I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle On a three-way, me and Slow, he caught L's and we both pick 'em In the cell, but you can't tell that we in the jail 'Cause we don't feel no pain unless them kids say in vain that I miss you If you my dawg, I'm tryna put you on the shit that I'm on Super drippy, made the Patek match, the kicks I got on Totin' the semi-automatic, ain't no pushin' me, dawg Time bomb, niggas tickin' me off Look at the skyline from the penthouse, like Walt Disney, dawg Send her to the mall and tell her, "Get some Dior" Made her text her best friend, she said, "He Christian Dior" And the crazy part about it, there wasn't shit in the yard Shit, I been winnin' a long time, I know they sick of me, y'all Got me switchin' up my flow again, switchin' up my hoe again Everybody been changin', got me switchin' up my bro 'gain My dawg did his bid, he came back home and switched his pole again And I ain't even wanna tell him to slide, he tryna go again Once he got active, I said, "Go again", yeah King in my trenches, I'm not active, all I know is when Tote the blower, this like oh to ten, yeah And this expensive pain When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range This expensive pain Lovin' on the bitch you claim, knowin' some rich niggas hittin' It'll never be the same, this expensive pain This expensive pain Went through some shit about this money I seen some niggas change, expensive pain A million on the Richard, and it's plain And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here Ask 'bout me in Starlets, I used to ball in there Shit, I been throwin' paper since Bernice was goin' hard in there, no kizzy Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches Cops get behind us, we start takin' all switches Niggas bein' nice, but we don't be in y'all business Shit, how you think we always end up bein' in y'all bitches? This is the same feelin' that you get like when you a kid on Christmas I just knocked down a lil' celeb' and I was on her hit list And I ain't been rappin', I been trappin', tryna learn my business They thought I fell off, but they well off I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold Remain humble 'round my people 'cause I don't spoil my soul And I keep my dreams before fame and all these funny lil' hoe 'Cause I got two sons that's kings, and they like three lil' bros And they want everything they cop, I order them clothes Gotta watch for everything, that dot'll spoil your ghost And I be partyin' with people that got the word of control 'Cause they know I got the influence you can feel in your soul This is culture currency, money shit don't ever worry me Gotta have my chopper in front of this bitch, this shit been gettin' embarrassin' She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, "Boy, you need some therapy" And I can't lie, I prolly do, 'cause I still have dreams of niggas airin' me It ain't no fuckin' fear in me I let bad bitches fuckin' share me, and they love it, clearly Used to fit eighty in them pockets, now we dub America 'Cause I just cut the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah And this expensive pain When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range This expensive pain Lovin' on the bitch you claim, knowin' some rich niggas hittin' It'll never be the same, this expensive pain This expensive pain Went through some shit about this money I seen some niggas change, expensive pain A million on the Richard, and it's plain And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here Ask about me in Starlets, I used to ball in there Hey, that girl right there? I can see it in her eyes, she's a dream chaser
Writer(s): Vianey Emmanuel Mfuamba, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Anthony Cruz, Julius Noah Maria Herold, Michael Daniel Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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