Expensive Pain Songtext
von Meek Mill

Zone, I got lights in this b-, turn me up somethin′ Cruz
Jim in this b-, Ellis in this b-, 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 n- home, s-, I'm the realest, it's official
Yeah, uh

When I start stressin′, I get bored, might spend a million, that sh- tickle
On a three-way, 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 s- 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, n- 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 Christian Dior"
And the crazy part about it, there wasn't sh- in the yard


-, I been winnin′ a long time, I know they sick of me, y'all
Got me switchin′ up my flow again, switchin' up my h- again
Everybody been changin′, got me switchin' up my b- 'gain
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 O to ten, yeah

And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin′ on the b- you claim knowin' some rich n- hittin′
It'll never be the same, this expensive pain

This expensive pain
Went through some s- about this money
I seen some n- 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 b- and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask ′bout me in Starlets, shit, I used to ball in there


-, I been throwin′ paper since Bernice was goin' hard in there, no kizzy
Yeah, expensive b-, more money, more riches
Cops get behind us, we start takin′ all switches
N- bein' nice, but we don′t be in y'all business

S-, how you think we always end up bein′ in y'all b-?
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
Remain humble ′round my people 'cause I don′t spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before fame and all these funny lil' ho-

'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 partyin′ 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 s- don′t ever worry me
Gotta have my chopper in front of this b-, this s- been gettin' embarrassin′
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 b- airin′ me

It ain′t no f- fear in me
I let bad bi- f- 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

And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin′ on the bi- you claim knowin' some rich ni- hittin′
It'll never be the same, this expensive pain

This expensive pain
Went through some s- about this money
I seen some n- 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 b- and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask about me in Starlets, I used to ball in there

See that girl right there?
I can see it in her eyes, she′s a dream chaser