The music video Chariot was released on 30 May 2019.
P-P-P-Papamitrou, boy
[Meek Mill]
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushing that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they coming in various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm having it, ayy
[Calboy]
I'm from the trenches where I had to get it
I'm so used to trapping, I get it and flip it
I know that you be acting, I know you ain't with it
Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it
They say I got money so I'm acting different
Get it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay calling my phone, this lil' bitch, she tripping
Just leave me alone, I'm handling business
Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
Trap hard, we in the kitchen
Diamonds so cold, light even bend
And my niggas don't fold, they never bending
Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it
With the bosses, I'm paying attention
Told that bitch I ain't wasting no time
So, no, I can't wait, not a minute
And I pray to the Lord for better days
I'm flexing hard like a heavyweight
Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face
Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah
Bitch, I'm getting paid
I was in the trap whipping shit like a slave
Can't put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed
On the block with them niggas, was going insane, yeah
I ain't come to play
Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way (You in the way)
No time to waste
Gotta get to this money, I'm running late, yeah (I'm running late)
Better keep a K
Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime
I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race
Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah
[Meek Mill]
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushing that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they coming in various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm having it, ayy
[Young Thug]
Woo, ayy
Fuck on a private jet
Then he hop in his 'Gatti with a jet motor (Rrt)
Ayy, I just had bought out the plug
I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah
I can't hop in with a scrub
I don't carry dubs in none of my clothing, yeah
I told this bitch to cool off
She was overexcited 'bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woow)
Choke on the beans, I'm fucking her friend
They doing my chores, yeah
He fresh out the can and I gave him a wifey
Nigga, that's yours, yeah (No cap)
I sleep with a K and a couple grenades
I'm ready for war, yeah
Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR
Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays
My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woow)
Go on your bitch, I could've just laid
But I alley-oop'd to my homie, he ate (He just scored)
I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate
Got 52 watches andI still come in late
You a sassy bitch, but I don't go on dates
Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes
Show me attention when I'm in your city
I'm so used to fucking on all of your bitches
They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimping
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
Skydweller get wet as Pacific
I ain't sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woow, woow)
[Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushing that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they coming in various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Yeah, yeah)
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm having it, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
[Lil Durk]
Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious
I got out of jail and I fucked on her period
I know they racist, Gucci interior
Came from a corner to owning my cereal
Meek, we don't need a stylist
Percs, weed, even my balance
Alexander McQueen Margielas (Yeah)
I kill in the streets, you telling (Skrrt)
Don't run, don't run
Make it home to my son (To my son)
I be with killers who kill other killers
I'm hanging with Von
You'd rather buy the bitches back
I'd rather give a new house to my mom
Some niggas rather pray to the Bible
When I converted, I pray with my palms
See, keeping my Glock when I'm in the field (Gang)
Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels (Skrrt)
I fuck with the gangsters, don't fuck with my peers
Fresh out of Jeffrey's, I hop on the Lear
Gripping that .40, not talking a beer
Flawless the diamonds, I boog out the ear
Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear
Eight in my cup when I'm walking through, clear
Mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle
Man, that X is fucking my pupil
Just turn these lights down
I'm just a wild, wild boy
Chopper riding 'round for him
I need my mils like Meek
I'm a thug like Thug and and Cal, Calboy
[Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it (Trapping)
I fell in love with the game and I married it (Trapping)
200 thou' for the walk on a Saturday (Uh)
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today (Oh)
Pushing that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot (Yeah)
Diamonds on diamonds, they coming in various (Clear)
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Gave the bitch)
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm having it, ayy (Uh oh)
[Lil Durk]
Mm-mmm, uuh ooh
Mm-mmm, uuh ooh
Mm-mmm, uuh ooh
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