Pandemonium
Wale/Meek Mill/Rick Ross Lyrics


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Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights

I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
General electric, perfected, cooking them O's
No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
Hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these niggas
Standing flat footed, I'm on my toes
Froze, pandemonium overdose
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
Heroin transactions, with Russian shots of the Smirnoff
Playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
Welcome to organized crime
Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times
The forty five for you niggas with nine lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
Black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the pothole
My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue
Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss
Counting money stacks, yours counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn't
Went against the odds, its only one Rozay
My nigga OKAY

[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
Million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one niggas your bitch notice it

Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
On the grind twenty four I'm with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
Jumping out the Phantom like a motherfucking midget
Money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?"
It's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "goin get it"
Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it
I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it
Three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it
Four for my niggas that be stacking it and then blowing it
You would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in
Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
Probly got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodeon
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We's part the reason that them Churches got some services
The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
Nigga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it
Fuck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
And be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
Wanna fuck em all
Had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law
Monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking raw
She gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off
I'm way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speak
Word to the homie Ross I can get that nine Piece
For the low that nine cheap
Call me if you want it, haters see me
And I'm stuntin' got 'em sick to they stomach

[Chorus]

Whole time, see that fly shit I've been on
All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
That's game bitch aint shit
Nudies and some J six
Where I'm from it's cold
And niggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches disappoint you but money won't ever stress you
They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down
So all that shit you niggas kicking we aint worried about
Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
Fliest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad
Bitch I got a right to brag
Bitch I got a right to boast
Presidential suite and bitch
And I never use my right to vote
My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous
And I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
Shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
That boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor
I'm known as Obama's don't I know no-one in congress
These bitches love me all the way, u got sorta's and kinda's
Sort of remind you, why you don't call no vagina
Just give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
Quietly becoming a top ten
You dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere
Green as mont-clair shit, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this Third Rock, nigga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch
What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself
I can see your album coming
That shits like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so vicious
Y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen
Always on some new shit CNN
Shittin on these niggas like I need a pen





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song Pandemonium by Wale, Meek Mill, and Rick Ross is about the lavish lifestyle that comes with being involved in organized crime. The lyrics paint a picture of a world full of money, drugs, and danger. The first part of the song talks about the three main characters and how they are living a life of luxury, flying first class and driving expensive cars. They make their money through drug trafficking and illegal activity. The second verse is delivered by Meek Mill, and he talks about his desire for money and how he has been counting dirty paper for a minute. He dreams of driving a Lamborghini and spending his money on women and expensive things. The third verse is rapped by Rick Ross, and he talks about how he is known as a boss and is involved in all sorts of criminal activity. He also raps about his success in the music industry and how he is known for being a top rapper.


Overall, the song is a commentary on the allure of organized crime and the wealth and power that can come with it. The lyrics are filled with extravagant references to expensive cars, clothes, and other luxury items. The song paints a picture of a lifestyle that is both thrilling and dangerous, where money is abundant but so is the risk of getting caught.


Line by Line Meaning

Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money Straight flights I live by the cold war Drove from round the globe All I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove General electric, perfected, cooking them O's No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
The artists are wealthy and have traveled all around the world with no restrictions. They live the life of a cold war, ruthless and calculated. They cook drugs like professionals and deal with large amounts of money, no longer having to settle for small earnings.


Hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these niggas Standing flat footed, I'm on my toes Froze, pandemonium overdose Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf Heroin transactions, with Russian shots of the Smirnoff Playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off Welcome to organized crime
The artists engage in promiscuous behavior and take precautions to prevent sexually transmitted diseases. They always stay alert, even when standing still. They attract attention from paparazzi but also have enemies who might want to harm them. They enjoy cigars and golf, but also deal with dangerous drugs and people. They play tough games and have the upper hand when it comes to dealing with others.


Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times The forty five for you niggas with nine lives Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive Black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the pothole My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss Counting money stacks, yours counter-fitted I made my money back, when your accountant didn't Went against the odds, its only one Rozay My nigga OKAY
The artists are wealthy and enjoy spending their money on luxuries. They also have guns and aren't afraid to use them. They have a spacious living area and like to smoke while conducting business. They can avoid getting caught by the authorities and can handle any situation. They are aware of fake money and are skilled at making it back. Rick Ross is a unique leader and is always confident in his abilities.


I got a penny in my pocket Million in the trunk Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number one niggas your bitch notice it
The artists have come a long way from their humble beginnings and now have a lot of money. They enjoy surprising people and treating their friends to gifts. They also cause a lot of chaos but reign supreme at the same time, attracting attention from those around them and their admirers.


Million ways to make this money, you gon get it On the grind twenty four I'm with it YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid Jumping out the Phantom like a motherfucking midget Money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?" It's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "goin get it" Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it Three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it Four for my niggas that be stacking it and then blowing it
The artists know all the ways to make money and work hard for it 24/7. They take pride in their fashion sense and enjoy showing it off. They are constantly being offered opportunities to make more money and are always eager for it. They have spent a lot of time counting money and dreaming of ways to spend it. They view money as a way to show off, buy women, and have fun with friends.


You would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium Probly got them keys in, he like my custodian I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodeon I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it We's part the reason that them Churches got some services The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering Nigga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it Fuck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki And be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all Wanna fuck em all Had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law Monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking raw She gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off
The artists' actions show that they are always in a hurry and go all-out when doing something. They take pride in what they ride and cause pandemonium where they go. They have connections and are good at keeping secrets. They talk about the dirty work they've done to help a community and the consequences that can arise from it. They don't entertain calls from those who don't show them respect, but are courteous to others. They name-drop celebrities they know and express their desire to be with many women. They don't respect authority and like to have sexual encounters with women.


I'm way harder than the concrete I say what my mind speak Word to the homie Ross I can get that nine Piece For the low that nine cheap Call me if you want it, haters see me And I'm stuntin' got 'em sick to they stomach Whole time, see that fly shit I've been on All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off That's game bitch aint shit Nudies and some J six Where I'm from it's cold And niggas get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful Bitches disappoint you but money won't ever stress you They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down So all that shit you niggas kicking we aint worried about Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half Fliest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad Bitch I got a right to brag Bitch I got a right to boast Presidential suite and bitch And I never use my right to vote My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous And I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming Shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad That boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor I'm known as Obama's don't I know no-one in congress These bitches love me all the way, u got sorta's and kinda's Sort of remind you, why you don't call no vagina Just give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires Quietly becoming a top ten You dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere Green as mont-clair shit, earth tones in the winter Purp rolled in a rillow I am on my John Lithgow Out of this Third Rock, nigga it it out I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself I can see your album coming That shits like a sucker punch Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch Dinner time she bring a friend Write my shit so vicious Y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen Always on some new shit CNN Shittin on these niggas like I need a pen
The artists are tough and speak their minds freely. They enjoy getting a good deal and are available to those who want to make a purchase. They attract attention and always look good. They have a lot of confidence and brag about their lifestyle. They see women as sexual objects but value money above all else. They are confident in their skills and can spit rhymes with confidence. They give shout-outs to people they know and follow a code of honor. They are aware of social issues but stay focused on their own success. They use vivid descriptions and wordplay in their lyrics and are always evolving in their style. They are critical of others and constantly producing new material.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LEIGH VINCENT ELLIOTT, OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN, R. WILLIAMS, JOHNNY DAVID MOLLINGS, LEONARDO V. MOLLINGS

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Comments from YouTube:

@joelrivera9045

Wale's flow and delivery, flawless. He killed it!!!

@madizm05

He s underated because he s flow is not base on killing . Boy s nice .

@milesb_tg

Still one of my favorite songs of all time. Everyone killed their verse.

@thelightseeker94

Damn it sucks how they didn't last long as a team. They had bangers.

@xantor_

what happened?

@yepthisme9268

ego, money, ambition...pick one...Wale been MIA since though@@xantor_

@goofyfuhh5877

It lasted just enough , wale went on his way with respect and understanding from MMG meeks solo career was blooming too it was beautiful

@blacktheiii5839

Naw Meek stopped all
of it. He said him and Wale not close. More of a jealous thing, Wale was blowing at the time.

@storielynn

Wale had the strongest verse hands down 🔥

@nderitugitau104

Still one of the best MMG jams of all time... I dare say, one if the best hip hop jams as well

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