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Description
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Mikely Adam
Recording Engineer: Dee Brown
Recording Engineer: James Royo
Mixing Engineer: Derek "MixedbyAli" Ali
Mixing Second Engineer: James Hunt
Background Vocalist: Ty Dolla $ign
Composer Lyricist: Keenon Jackson
Composer Lyricist: Dijon McFarlane
Composer Lyricist: Marquise Newman
Lyrics and translation
Original
Meet the— Me— Meet the—
(First) You find a house and scope it out
Find a Chinese neighborhood
'Cause they don't believe in bank accounts
(Second) You find a crew and a driver
Someone to ring the doorbell
And someone that ain't scared to do what it do
(Third) You pull up at the spot, park, watch
Ring the doorbell and knock (*Ding-dong*)
(Four) Make sure nobody's home (*Knock-knock-knock-knock*)
They gone—okay, it's on
"Don't be scared, nigga, you in now
If the police come, you gon' find out who your friends now"
That ain't me talking, that's your mind playing tricks on you
You conscious 'cause you know you got nines with two clips on you
But fuck that, motherfuck that plasma
And fuck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box
You tryna get paid? Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson
They'll give you cash back in the same day
Meet the motherfucking flockers! (Meet the—)
Make money-money, make money-money-money
(Make some noise if you've ever stole something in your life)
Take money-money, take money-money-money
(Don't be ashamed, it's okay, man)
Make money-money, make money-money-money
(Make some noise if you ever stole a dollar out your mama purse
When she wasn't lookin while y'all was in church)
Take money-money, take money-money-money
Ugh, ayy, niggas don't know the history about the flock
Put the flathead in the door, pull it, make it go flock (Fast)
Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks
That nigga in the car better be listening to that box (For real)
Ayy, I ain't staking out shit (Nah)
Niggas "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" and ding-dong-ditch (Ayy)
Ain't a safe I can't crack, nigga, that's on Crip (Yankees)
I'm with my Pirus from Compton, we gon' pass and get rich, ayy
Fifty racks, three niggas, sixteen-five a split
Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership (Ugh)
I never took notes, nigga, I need the pink slip
Hit Icey, macking up for my bullshit
Spent about ten cash (Yup)
Jumped into the whip and did the whole dash (Two hunnid)
D. Loc, my nigga, my nigga
Hit my first lick, passed with my niggas, ayy
English translation
Meet the— Me— Meet the—
(First) You find a house and scope it out
Find a Chinese neighborhood
'Cause they don't believe in bank accounts
(Second) You find a crew and a driver
Someone to ring the doorbell
And someone that ain't scared to do what it do
(Third) You pull up at the spot, park, watch
Ring the doorbell and knock (*Ding-dong*)
(Four) Make sure nobody's home (*Knock-knock-knock-knock*)
They gone—okay, it's on
"Don't be scared, nigga, you in now
If the police come, you gon' find out who your friends now"
That ain't me talking, that's your mind playing tricks on you
You conscious 'cause you know you got nines with two clips on you
But fuck that, motherfuck that plasma
And fuck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box
You tryna get paid? Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson
They'll give you cash back in the same day
Meet the motherfucking flockers! (Meet the—)
Make money-money, make money-money-money
(Make some noise if you've ever stole something in your life)
Take money-money, take money-money-money
(Don't be ashamed, it's okay, man)
Make money-money, make money-money-money
(Make some noise if you ever stole a dollar out your mama purse
When she wasn't lookin while y'all was in church)
Take money-money, take money-money-money
Ugh, ayy, niggas don't know the history about the flock
Put the flathead in the door, pull it, make it go flock (Fast)
Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks
That nigga in the car better be listening to that box (For real)
Ayy, I ain't staking out shit (Nah)
Niggas "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" and ding-dong-ditch (Ayy)
Ain't a safe I can't crack, nigga, that's on Crip (Yankees)
I'm with my Pirus from Compton, we gon' pass and get rich, ayy
Fifty racks, three niggas, sixteen-five a split
Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership (Ugh)
I never took notes, nigga, I need the pink slip
Hit Icey, macking up for my bullshit
Spent about ten cash (Yup)
Jumped into the whip and did the whole dash (Two hunnid)
D. Loc, my nigga, my nigga
Hit my first lick, passed with my niggas, ayy