Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Cardiak
Programming
Dougie
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Douglas Whitehead
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meek Mill
Executive Producer
Cardiak
Co-Producer
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Assistant Engineer
William Dougan
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Dougie
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Used to pray to get a brick
**** icy like it's hockey
And I'm playin' with the sticks
He don't like me but he gotta respect
The fact we gettin' rich
**** threw a shot and missed me
Threw one back and he got hit
[Verse 2]
Went from public housing to a glass house
Fuckin' famous bitches in my traphouse
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep 'em quiet when I cash out
[Verse 3]
What you doin'? Gettin' paid, young ****
How you in the mob? 'Cause of me, young ****
Say you need a job, come my way, young ****
And if I put 'em out, better spray them ****, pop
[Verse 4]
I'm a bad influence
Talkin' money and I speak it fluent
Paid a couple mill' to wear Puma
I thank God for all the sauce
Hallelujah, amen, amen, amen
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I knew it, hatin' on me, yeah, I knew it
Come down to that check, I'm like Nike, I just do it
Boy, I must be poppin', they keep poppin' up with rumors
Where or who I'm poppin', what I'm coppin', who I'm screwin'
What you doin'? (Wait a minute)
Gettin' paid (Gettin' paid)
She said, "Meek, you know my boyfriend, what's his name?"
Yeah, I know him, mhmm, he a lame
Don't you ever bring that fuck boy up again
[Verse 6]
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich **** so official
They so disrespectful, might offend you
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we pass through
They so disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles
[Verse 7]
Hangin' by the rope, buy some dope
Pretty hoe deep throat 'til she choke
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat
**** tryna run my way, let 'em float, oh
Put my young bull on the chain 'cause I miss Snupe
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe
I can't ever tell a bitch, "I miss you"
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you
[Verse 8]
No kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well
I just made like twenty M's, they say it's an L
**** prayin' that I fall, and I wish 'em well
Bitch, you're crazy, I'm too wavy, I'm like Biggavel
[Verse 9]
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich **** so official
They so disrespectful, might offend you
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we pass through
They so disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles
[Verse 10]
Hit 'em with the next, kill 'em with success
**** lookin' broke, yeah, them **** stressed
Don't do some shit you know that you gon' regret
Reachin' for my neck, that'll get your stretched
[Verse 11]
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich **** so official
They so disrespectful, might offend you
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we pass through
They so disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles
Written by: Cardiak, D. K. Whitehead, Meek Mill