Music Video
Maybach Music Group - " Pandemonium " - Rick Ross , Meek Mill & Wale (Official Video)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Rick Ross
Vocals
Wale
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leigh Elliott
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Major
Producer
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Young Guru
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Maybach music)
Three passports
Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
[Verse 2]
I live by the code, wardrobe from around the globe
All I need is a kilo, a apron show me the stove
General Electric, perfected cookin' them O's
No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
Hoes, I need a condom for my toest
Bustin' in these **** standing flat footed, I'm on my toes
Froze, pandemonium overdose, paparazzi in the trees
Please, curtains closed
[Verse 3]
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
Heroin transactions with Russian shots of the Smirnoff
Playin' for keeps, I bust in her before she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
Ha, welcome to organized crime, money got me excited
I'm coming four or five times
The .45 for you **** with nine lives
Penthouse on college money, long as Ocean Drive
Black Chevy Tahoes, stations up out the pothole
My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I'm slippin' off in the synagogue
Issue your warrant, informant and bitch I been a boss
Count money stacks, yours' counterfeited
I make my money back when you are countin' diddly
When against the odds there's only one Rozay (Maybach music)
My ****, okay
[Verse 4]
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the **** in the front
Step out on the block, all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my **** to shop
Pandemonium, causin' pandemonium (Rollin')
Half a million for the same car we rollin' with (We rollin')
Pandemonium, pandemonium (Yeah)
We the number one **** your bitch notice it
[Verse 5]
Million ways to make this money you gon' get it
On the grind 24/7, I'm with it
YSL swagger
Wrist wear frigid
Jumping out the Phantom like a motherfucking midget
Money knocking at the front door, I'm like, "Who is it?"
It's Benjy, tell my little **** go and get it
'Cause I been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming, thinking how I'm gon' spend it I'm like
One's for the money, two's for the show of it
Three's for the bitches that be fuckin' for the ho of it
Four for my **** that be stackin' it and blowin' it
You would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in
Look at what we rollin' in
Causing pandemonium
Papi got them keys and he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick
You was Nickelodeon
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
[Verse 6]
We're's part the reason that them churches got some services
The morgue could afford just 'cause-cause we doing the murdering
**** called my phone talkin' reckless I ain't heard of it
Fuck your girl, give her back, I'm courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a menage with Nicki
And be out London with Lauren and telling Meagan good morning
Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood
I want a mom and I swear that I want 'em all
[Verse 7]
Wanna fuck 'em all
Had my **** down so I'm screamin' fuck the law
Monday night wrestlin', I'm so fuckin' raw
She gon' wipe me down, I'ma brush her off
I'm way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speaks
Word to the homie roast, I could get that nine piece
For the low that nine cheap
Call me if you want it, haters see me and I'm stuntin'
Got 'em sick until they stomach, ha
[Verse 8]
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the **** in the front
Step out on the block, all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my **** to shop
Pandemonium, causin' pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rollin' with
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one **** your bitch notice it (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
Whole time see that fly shit I been on
All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
That's game bitch ain't shit, nudies and some J six
Where I'm from, it's cold and **** get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you is disrespectful
Bitches'll disappoint you, but money won't ever stress you
They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down
So all that shit you **** kickin', we ain't worried about
[Verse 10]
Catch me off that carry out
Mumbo sauce and half and half
Flyest **** out here period, no Maxi pad
Bitch, I got a right to brag, bitch, I got a right to boast
Presidential suite and, bitch, I never use my right to vote
My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous
And I am dead serious, bitch, I spit with embalming
Shout out to lil' G, shout out Tre and Mohammad
That BOA shit we get paid, but death over dishonor
[Verse 11]
I'm known as Obama's though I know no one in Congress
These bitches love me all the way you got sorta's and kinda's
Sort of remind you why you don't court no vagina
Just give 'em awesome intercourse and ignore they inquires
Quietly becoming a top tier
You dreamed of gettin' creamed, best believe I'm John Deere
Snip, greenest Moncler shit
Earth tones in the winter
Perc' rolled and the 'rillo
I am on my John Lithgow
[Verse 12]
Out of this third rock, ****, air it out
I am on my Tom Brady, y'all **** is Eric Crouch
With the blood clot
Tommie Frazier, fuck yourself
I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so vicious, y'all like snitches, y'all can't see the pen
Always on some new shit, CNN
Shittin' on these **** like I need a pen
[Verse 13]
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the **** in the front
Step out on the block, all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my **** to shop
Pandemonium, causin' pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rollin' with
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one **** your bitch notice it (Maybach music)
Written by: Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Leigh Vincent Elliott, Johnny David Mollings, Leonardo V. Mollings, Robert Rihmeek Williams
