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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Nikolas Papamitrou
Programming
Rick Ross
Vocals
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Nikolas Papamitrou
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meek Mill
Executive Producer
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Nikolas Papamitrou
Producer
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Assistant Engineer
William Dougan
Assistant Engineer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Gang
Chaser, Chaser, Chaser, Chaser-Gang
Chaser, Chaser, Chaser, Chaser-Gang
Aye
[Verse 2]
Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch
32 deep, so it don't matter who you get
All my **** hitting, it don't matter who you with
We gon' whack you if you telling, it don't matter if you snitch
You done told on your homie, you a pussy (You a pussy)
In that kitchen with that powder baking cookies (Cooking white)
Every time you see me out, I got it with me (Know I got it)
Bend through that Bentley truck, they couldn't miss me
Bought his baby mama a Patek now that **** wanna kill me (Aw man)
Ah
Yeah bitch, I'm talking filthy
If I stand up on my money, they can't ever overlook me
White come straight from 'cross the border, you can never overcook it
This that raw, this that raw
Bitch I ball, like Chris Paul
I switch it to Blake Griffin, they gon' bang that shit on y'all
Homie said that he a Blood
We gon' paint that shit on doors
Told my brother bring his hit
We gon' hang it on the wall
All my shooters tryna go
They been waiting on my call
They been waiting on that ring
To pull that thing, and chop it off, then knock you off
Brrrt
[Verse 3]
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (That white perico)
Run into a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top (Woop)
[Verse 4]
Let's talk about the trap, let's talk about the streets (What's up?)
You looked up to Jordan, we look up to Meech (Meech)
Clean a **** block up, leave that bitch bleached (Brrrt)
Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (Woo)
What type of boss is you? You gave your dog a Draco (Draco, Draco)
Real bosses put they dogs on the payroll (Payroll, payroll)
Drop Rolls Royce, that's a Dawn, **** (Dawn, ****)
I got pumpkin seats, them bitches orange **** (Hermès)
We CMG Grizzly, we just sold out The Forum
Hit a button on that new Dawn and watch it transform (Transform)
Yeah, you been misinformed
Think you can disrespect the king and hate don't come with harm
Quarter milli on a diamond chain, no charge
Milly Rocking in the kitchen tryna make it form (Fuck it up, fuck it up)
My religion get this money, Christian or Islam
And my tradition, send the money, soon they said it's bond
And my lifestyle, don't leave your house without your fucking gun
The goal to leave the hood but not to forget where you from
[Verse 5]
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (That white perico)
Run into a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top (Woop)
[Verse 6]
All about the timing and I'm feeling so correct (Ho)
Got on these diamonds, bitches say I seem possessed (Whoa)
You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check (Whoa)
We always styling so my **** fresh to death (Whoa)
No need for wallets, ball that shit up in my fist
Get out the projects, that's the first one on the list (Mama)
Pack up your bags, Mama, your lil' son the shit (Mama)
We impeaching **** then we hit 'em with the blitz (Woop)
Speaking in silence, it's okay to talk in code (Whoa)
It's still Lil' Boobie Boys and gotta shout the Zoes (Woo)
We one-of-one therefore I tailor-made the clothes (Woo)
I got the dump, set it on D's in the lows
Still fly commercial but I don't do TV shows (Boss)
Fucking a actress so she gotta play the role
You seeing money but you know who see the most
Versace dining, sat her down and tell her toast (Woo)
Black in a 'Vettie, got our GI watching post (What?)
They gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce
Who you fadin'? Pussy boy, go get a body bag
Renzel records with your Tina Turner contracts
Still War Ready, never run with rats
Once again the dopeboys running rap
[Verse 7]
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Connect the dots (Connect the dots)
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (That white perico)
Run into a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top (Woop)
Ho
Written by: Gamal Lewis, Meek Mill, Nikolas Papamitrou, Rick Ross, Yo Gotti