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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Lead Vocals
Jeremih
Background Vocals
Drake
Vocals
Jahlil Beats
Programming
Key Wane
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
L. Abrams
Songwriter
Michael McDonald
Songwriter
Dwane Marshall Weir II
Songwriter
Jeremy Felton
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Key Wane
Producer
Rugg
Recording Engineer
Ricky Rozay
Executive Producer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Jahlil Beats
Producer
Justin Smith
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women He let into my life
All the Benjamins He let me count
Wealth and health for my family
And lettin' me ball on these ****, ha
[Verse 2]
Now it's a lotta bad bitches in the buildin' (Woo, amen)
A couple real **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I'm finna kill **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I tell the waiter, "Fifty bottles", and she tell me, "Say when"
And I say, "Church" (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say, "Church" (Preach)
Do LIV on Sunday like a church (Aw, preach)
[Verse 3]
Uh, bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom, watch them bitches catch the Holy Ghost
E'ry time I step up in the dealer, I be goin' broke
Shorty wanna fuck me, I say, "Get on top, then roller coast"
And I lay back, she go cray, fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy, let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito-Lay
Plus I'm on probation, when they test me, I just pee rosé
'Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patrón and all
Thirty racks on magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin' like a million plus, fresh, I'm out that corner store
Hater, I be doin' me, you guys should be doin' y'all (Ballin')
I'm stackin' money to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
All this ice that's in my Rollie, I be chillin' (Chillin')
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children, oh
[Verse 4]
Now, it's a lotta bad bitches in the buildin' (Woo, Amen)
A couple real **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I'm finna kill **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me, "Say when"
And I say, "Church" (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say, "church" (Preach)
Do LIV on Sunday like a church (Aw, preach)
[Verse 5]
Just bought my **** some 'caine, so much it came with a plane
Bought my **** some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib, so big it came with a moat
For **** jumpin' the fence, I hope you **** can float
And I just hope that I'm forgiven, for carin' 'bout how they livin'
And loanin' a little money, and keepin' 'em outta prison
I ain't lyin' in my verses, I'm just tellin' you the basics
Of growin' up with your friends, and becoming the one that made it
Yes, Lord, all gold, man, I got these bitches sold
Talkin' 'bout these other rappers, gettin' old is even gettin' old
Worried 'bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young **** poppin' like our collars up
And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough
Spent my whole life puttin' on, you spend your whole life puttin' up
Ain't no tellin' when I go, so there ain't shit that I'ma wait for
I'm the type to say a prayer, and then go get what I just prayed for, ****, church
[Verse 6]
Now it's a lotta bad bitches in the buildin' (Woo, amen)
A couple real **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I'm finna kill **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I tell the waiter, "Fifty bottles", and she tell me, "Say when"
And I say, "Church" (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say, "Church" (Preach)
Do LIV on Sunday like a church (Aw, preach)
[Verse 7]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win and shit
Devil in that dress, but if she knock, I let her in
And if she knock, I let her in
I had her wet by twelve o'clock, then three o'clock, she wet again
I'm screamin', "Oh, Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good
I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should?"
She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man, we keep it secret, Illuminati
(Got Patrón on deck) And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on her) She was on that reposado
(She'll take it all off) And I think I'll rep Serato in this bitch
I'm spendin' like I hit the lotto, 'cause it's a lotta
[Verse 8]
Bad bitches in the buildin' (Woo, amen)
A couple real **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I'm finna kill **** in the buildin' (Amen)
I tell the waiter, "Fifty bottles", and she tell me, "Say when"
And I say, "Church" (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say, "Church" (Preach)
Do LIV on Sunday like a church (Aw, preach)
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jeremih, Key Wane, L. Abrams, Meek Mill, Michael McDonald, Orlando Jhalil Tucker