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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Jena Goldsack
Spoken Word
Mike Holmes
Programming
Vianey OJ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vianey Mfuamba
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Julius Noah Maria Herold
Songwriter
Mike Holmes
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Assistant Engineer
Dāvis Strauss
Assistant Engineer
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Darko
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Mike Holmes
Producer
Vianey OJ
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
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 **** home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
When I start stressin', I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle
On a threeway, 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, **** 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 Christened me, y'all"
And the crazy part about it, that wasn't shit to me, y'all
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 ho again
E'rrybody been changin', got me switchin' up my bro again
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 tactics, I'm not average, all I know is win
Tote the blower, this like O to ten, yeah
[Chorus]
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 **** hittin'
It'll never be the same, this expensive pain
This expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money, I seen some **** 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
[Verse 2]
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
**** 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
And remain humble around my people 'cause I don't spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before fame and all these spoiled lil' hoes
'Cause I got two sons that's kings and they like spoiled lil' bros
And they want everything they call, I buy, order them clothes
Gotta watch for everything, that dot'll spoil your ghost
And I be parlayin' 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 say, "Boy, you need some therapy"
And I can't lie, I prolly do 'cause I still have dreams of **** 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
Besides, just cut the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah
[Chorus]
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 **** hittin'
It'll never be the same, this expensive pain
This expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money, I seen some **** 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
[Outro]
Who, that girl right there?
I can see it in her eye, she's a Dreamchaser
Written by: Anthony Cruz, Julius Herold, Michael Holmes, Robert Williams, Vianey Mfuamba