Official Lyrics to 'Expensive Pain' by Meek Mill

Meek Mill Lyrics

Read the Lyrics to ‘Expensive Pain’ by Meek Mill below. This song follows the rapper’s newest Album title, ‘Expensive Pain’, and as expected, every track on it is a masterpiece.

Official Lyrics to Expensive Pain by Meek Mill

Artwork cover for ‘Expensive Pain’ by Meek Mill

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Expensive Pain Lyrics by Meek Mill

Intro
Zone, I got lights in this bitch, turn me up something 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 bringing real niggas home, shit, I’m the realest, it’s official
Yeah, uh

Verse 1
When I start stressing, 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 sеmi-automatic, ain’t no pushing me, dawg
Time bomb, niggas ticking me off
Look at thе 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 Christian Dior”
And the crazy part about it, there wasn’t shit in the yard
Shit, I been winning a long time, I know they sick of me, y’all
Got me switching up my flow again, switching up my hoe again
Everybody been changing, got me switching 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 trenches, I’m not active, all I know is when
Tote the blower, this like oh to ten, yeah

Hook
And this expensive pain
When you riding through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Loving on the bitch you claim knowing some rich niggas hitting
It’ll never be the same, this expensive pain
This expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money, I seen some niggas 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, shit, I used to ball in there

Verse 2
Shit, I been throwing paper since Bernice was going hard in there, no kizzy
Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches
Cops get behind us, we start taking all switches
Niggas being nice, but we don’t be in y’all business
Shit, how you think we always end up been in y’all bitches?
This is the same feeling 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 rapping, I been trapping, tryna learn my business
They thought I fell off, but they well off
I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold
Remain humble around my people cause I don’t spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before fame and all these funny lil hoes
Cause I got two sons that’s kings and they like three lil bros
And they want everything they cop, I order them clothes
Gotta watch for everything, that dot’ll spoil your ghost
And I be partying 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 getting embarrassing
She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, “Boy, you need some therapy”
And I can’t lie, I prolly do, cause I still have dreams of niggas airing me
It ain’t no fucking fear in me
I let bad bitches fucking 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