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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Simon Gebrelul
Simon Gebrelul
Programming
AT
AT
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Tesfagiorgis
Aaron Tesfagiorgis
Songwriter
Simon Gebrelul
Simon Gebrelul
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simon Gebrelul
Simon Gebrelul
Producer
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
AT
AT
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I only can tell you the truth Yeah, uh I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all" And you ain't gotta talk behind my back you know my number, call me, mmm 'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?" Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream 'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn't receive it 'Cause you was listenin' to people that was listenin' to people I had to get up and leave you 'cause you couldn't even see it All this fame, turned into a monster, shit like Resident Evil And once the love turn toxic, think it's better I don't see you 'Cause I've been runnin' up my millions, shit been revving my ego I put my money 'fore my bitches so we never get equal 'Cause then the world keep turning, the money keep burning Living and I'm learning, ain't no bitches I'm concerned with I seen everybody change on me 'bout some money Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin' funny, I can't cut it I'm just strappin' and I ain't talkin' Swear to God, none of y'all niggas better not grab for my coffin Swear to God, bad bitches playing Simon Says when I'm talkin' And I can't say I'm runnin' them trenches when I ain't walkin' I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all" And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm 'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?" Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream 'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it Yeah, uh Let me give you some game, how you gon' maintain? 'Cause niggas that hit it talk like bitches and they be saying things And I know y'all booed up and that's cool But did you know things change? And you a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game Turn to bad girls and make niggas rearrange things And everything just turn into a blame game Look at it like a watch She could be a nice watch, you could get a plain Jane You take that same watch, bust it down, it ain't worth the same thing But it's gon' shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling You add some diamonds to it, get a little shine into it But think about it, take a good girl, add some wildin' to it That's like a bust down Rollie, don't hold no value to it And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in 'Cause time is money, gotta watch what you spend You can't make it again I've been down this road with too many hoes and I can't take it again Take me Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive I got people tryna take me out like I ain't help invent 'em Smell the venom like Baccarat and money on the menu And I'll never cross nobody that helped me to a million Why you even finessin'? I wasn't even checkin' Look at yourself, bitin' the hand that gave you extra Niggas tryna leave me for dead, but this ain't checkers I act like I don't notice and then I bring it to your chest up To the neck up Aimin' at your head soon as I catch up Too many millions, social media don't impress us Too many feelings while I'm rappin', hope I don't mess up I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw I upped the score, I went for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all" And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm 'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feeling a thing I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?" Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream 'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe And when niggas told me you was fuckin', no, I couldn't believe it
Writer(s): Anthony Cruz, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Simon Gebrelul, Aaron Tesfagiorgis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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