Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
Never try me like a thug
If you do you betta duck
Ima hit em' in his body,
Somebody patching you up
Ima bust a nigga head,
Somebody wrapping you up
When I ask you for ma shit,
Nigga am i asking too much?
Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce
Its dirty, you can tell tha truth
Im dirtier than a reverend
Fighting internal revenue
Ima get mine,
You can call me Uncle Sam
Used ya for your services,
And i dont give a damn
Slap bush with ma stash
All these taxes and this cash
Got these bitches sellin ass
Homicide for tha cash
Homicide for tha cash
Ridin around gunnin mass
Summertime son of sam
Triple C gon gun you down
Twenty birds on this surb
Posted up on tha curb
Got a lotta pistol game
So we at ya A-Day
If you owe me a dime
Boy you better give me mine
Cuz im pullin ma nine
With one thing thats on ma mind
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
Still waitin on tha call
Homie supposed to be my dawg
It done been more then a week
He caught himself runnin off
Yea he bought two, two
But I fronted anotha three, three
But ima get him marked off
fo no less than a quarter key
Yea I broke him off,
Now I gotta break him off
He think he using his head,
I gotta take it off
Therefore im loosing his head
And then im taking off
Mashing in the grand national
Wont break it off
Lemme break it down
I see fifty off a chicken
Everytime I break it down
Bad little Bitches shake it
when they break it down
Lemme break it down
I Broke it down,
To tha smallest slab
Cuz im so fat
I got the fiends callin cabs
Im out here for my stacks
Im out here for my stacks
From the side of the bridge,
You gotta cross the tracks
Dade county D Boyz at yo front door
Three in tha mornin and ya know what dey knockin fo'
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
Im like a professor,
I weigh and i measure
Triple beam on tha dresser
Couldn't be fresher
Cookin's my pleasure
Cookies my treasure
Hustle couldn't be better
Muscle you couldn't measure
Niggas feelin tha pressure
Pressure they bust pipes
I'm cool with your bitch
Your bitch fuck nice
(See I need that)
Fly hoes on my team
(See I need that)
My hoes will gimmie anything
Grinding back in Savana
Climbing back through Atlanta
Shoot the makin, See what shakin
My shit white as Miss Vanna
Its Rick Ross
Rolls-Royce when I floss
Ima big boss
And I neva took a loss
(See I need that)
(See I need that)
I might of took a loss
But it wasnt like that (Ross)
So Im back on my grizzle
Got the streets on sizzle
Its Ricky Rizzle
The rich nizzle
Tha rich nizzle
Now bitch
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
This whudd I'm talkin' bout right here
Ross
Just make da shit work a while, my nigga
Triple C's
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months, now I'm trynna git a block
Fuck football I'm goin' down anotha path
Couldn't pass Da test, To tell da truth
I couldn't fuck with math
I did git a shcolaship, but I blew dat
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To da hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes
Git life on ya cell phone
Quarta ki box of soda, Ross whip dat
Career criminal fo' sho', Ross with dat
Had to pull my pants up
Boi git 'em brands up
Daddy got some cancer, I neva had da chance ta
Tell him all my plans ta, let em' fuck a danca
Smokin' weed in Amsta-Dam, with his grandson (Damn)
Why he passed on me (On me)
My last hommie (Hommie)
I went and bought a bird (Fuck)
I want some cash hommie
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
I neva wrote a nigga coat tail
Made her took a dope sell
Fuck it nigga, o wells
Smokin' on dat classified
Rollin' in dat Lac' of mine
Know my mind stay numb to da world half da time
Thinkin' bout Land Rover, damn near was fucked up
Found him in da trunk with anotha dude, fucked up
Da world fucked up, dat's why I'm fucked up
Don't git fucked up, fuck with me - you fucked up
Bitch I'ma ride (Ride), bitch I'ma die (Die)
When I holla 3-0-5, bitch - dat's on my life
Got a 40 in da car, a choppa in da crib
The grenades down da street, you gotta git it how you live (Triple C's)
I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
And boi 'em thangs move
Fishscale git da big mail
In da room full of work
In case they came when they inhale
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
It's time fo' me to cash in, laughin'
Like Martin in Aston, Martin
When I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beat
So roll out da red carpet, roll up da purple shit
Black navigator flew
Gotta shut ya fuckin' mouth, don't ever take da smooth
Thinkin' of a greata way, to build a greata flow
I hope she got some great head, dat's how I grade a ho'
White Beamer in da hood shinin' like a star
Look this half a ki go to da club and I'ma buy da bar
Do it twice a week fuckin' bitches on da otha nites
Promise E-class we'll neva miss anotha fight
Hundred in da bag 5 birds I'ma grab
Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half
Bakin soda in da work works wonderful
You see ya dreams come true cuz I'm da Truth
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm...
Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
I'm a walkin' memorial
I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
So nigga just let that cause go
Hey, let's go
Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit
I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars
I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest drought
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
[Woman:]
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater
Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce
Ten years later time for me to cash out
You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit
I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on the late nights
When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white
'96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationships
I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit
Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin
Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened
Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin
I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding
Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens
Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent?
Thats in the nature of being a nigga
Being beat down, then able to get up
Being let down, then able to sit up
Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it
I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya
Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya
Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers
You'll be working for the state like you they laywers
Stay loyal, your time will come...
For you to be free and shine like the sun
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job
Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard
Thats the rules of the game for the underdog
Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!)
I left it in Gods hands...
Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan"
I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen"
Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall
See me fell, in the hell of shells
Expired, no liar, I live the tale
I look forward to working with all the real niggaz
I look forward to looking back on drug dealing
I look forward to making my momma smile once
Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts
Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth
I'm loading the guns... Who running the South?
I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door
I got my money right nigga, and I want war
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah)
It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!)
I think we got a problem
Yeahh...
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew.
Big business minus the business suit.
Even I look in the mirror like is it you,
And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you.
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.
New coop, no top, big tennis shoes.
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.
We don't get rid of Q,
We get rid of fools.
They said I couldn't play football I was too small.
Yhey say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall.
They say I could'ntplay baseball at all.
And now everyday of my life I ball.
And they say it ain't raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like mlk
Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel.
I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant.
Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance.
Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the casa just to lay-low.
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob,
Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger f**k you whole squad.
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my?
Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid.
3.2 but I just did it for the kids.
More guns than a pawn shop,
Got my whole arm rocked.
Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.
Still huustling...
BOSSS
Yeah... You gotta pay for this,
I remember when I used to pray for this.
This, this is classic,
So this shit you might never see again.
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then,
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then.
And we ain't trying to see the pen,
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.
This is a luxury tax.
(I don't ask them baby I just tax em baby)
(Let's go)
Yeah imagine this,
No imagine that.
Gave me my sack like, goodluck getting back.
(Yeah...)
I'm like how the f**k I'm gonna get outta there.
And if I'm not careful,
Leave em the same place they find him there.
And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finshline,
Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.
And this is what you call sterotyping about?
Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar.
So what you got in your trunk?
Oh, just a spare tire.
You niggas talked blow,
While I sold mine.
Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no time.
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Case paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio.
Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola.
Hahaha...
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.
While your half ass looking at my pants sagging,
I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging.
Million dollor status, fully automatic.
Heavy on the? and even harder on the women.
If it wasn't for reverend,
I probably would pimpin and shit.
Pops, my papai, has already hear me.
Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage so homocide came to visit.
I smell gun powder,
So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,
Or your dun-dolla.
It cost a ball dogg,
Especially when the players on your team,
Consider you as the ball hog.
You treat me like Shaq,
And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga.
[intro]
its time to take it to the other side
the side you gotta watch a&e; cable television for homie
but we live this shit
i'm not a star
but thats a lie
i've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
spoke on a homocide
amongst other things
even shared my triple beam dreams
[nas]
a project minded individual criminal tactics
us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
they liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors
i remember watching scarface the first time
look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime
how could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind
they dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise
in a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying
where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan
a rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit
a stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it
it only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
i brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses
he focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
he gives me powder he has faith in nases
ambition's to distribute coke
had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes
but i'm again broke
this shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
barely at 62′s they already up they quotas
they out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
i'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder
powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds
my junior high school class, wish i stayed there
illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there
blaming society, man it wasn't made fair
i would be ivy league if america played fair
poor excuse and so i was
throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love
evil the secret life of g's
you seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams
[rick ross - chorus]
pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
dope been coming so you know the income major
rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger
contract killers coming when i feel in danger
early nineties reminscing when i had a pager
triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour
[rick ross - verse 2]
fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
in a court room spraying like a germ nigga
25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
cooperation got them red necks dropping time
khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
we was all cool stacking them acura coupes
more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool
snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
fuck boy you caught up in my dream
countin' cream on the cover of a magazine
i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut
jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!
brand new s class with a meal ticket
nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger
ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high
triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys
fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga
home invasions, ducktape
fornicating, counting money with a fuck face
fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
slow leaks, gotta air 'em out
kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball
phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all
niggas hate but they know they never get involved
food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a
triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality
i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
i got a plan nigga just believe in me
triple beam dreaming with this thing me
[rick ross - chorus]
pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
dope been coming so you know the income major
rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger
contract killers coming when i feel in danger
early nineties reminscing when i had a pager
[Intro: Rick Ross]
God forgives, he's so honorable
But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
You will not have that luxury
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I wake up excited, I made it through the night
Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature
I need at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
Count mills for the times that we had it hard
Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)
Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
Shopping for them Os when the mall close
Repping for your homies when they all gone
Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)
All black tees, ten gold chains
At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
Ten years strong in the same trap
Ten years blowing on that strong pack
Lord knows that I wanna live right
But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
Lord? got it rolled up in a rubber band
Holding on the forty in his other hand
Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
All these jewels on, all?
I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
Black card maxed out, damn black brother
White collar, black minded
Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta
Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
Never blackmail them, motherfucking killer
On trial and they wanna execute me
It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
True G to the core, feel my texture
A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Stalley]
Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean
Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back in
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
For the reason that I rhyme
And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine
Or even put it in a rhyme
It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards
But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss
[Hook]
[Outro]
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
White girl, that Ricky Lake
That boy can't feel his face
Rozay and I'm blowed up
Sho nuff, no cut
1 block, 2 Chainz, 3 dudes, 4 thangs
550 S-Class, inside it's jet-black
You know me, I'm with that
Snitch and you kidnapped
I show up, you ho up
I get dough, boy hold up
You went broke? That shit cray
Maybach, my shit gray
Run this, you know that
One mil cash, that boy back
[Hook]
I'm round and round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it...
It's mine, I spend it...
I'm round and round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it...
I'm round and round and I'm gettin it
[Interlude - 2 Chainz]
I'm smoking on exotic
My girl ain't got no stomach
Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
I ask her if she working
She ask me if I want it
[hook]
i ride for my niggas dawg, i ride for my niggas
i slide for my niggas dawg, i ride for my niggas dawg
stay schemin'
niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
i ride for my niggas
stay schemin'
niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
i ride for my niggas
[rick ross - verse 1]
damn, life so short, fuck it, i dont wanna go to court
fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
fuck it, i'm on the run for the money
i'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
my lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
i'm gettin money, thats in any nigga category
double m i got g's out in california
[hook]
[drake]
it bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads
guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
thats why i see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
i just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga thats all
don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
spaghetti bolognese in appolo lounge
me and my g from dc thats how i roll around
might look light, but we heavy though
you think drake will pull some shit like that you never know
million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
me and my man all oliver north thats how i roll around
shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
i tell a bitch its more attractive when you hold it down
kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty m's
kobe my nigga i hate it, had to be him
bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
tell lucien i said f-ck it i'm tearing holes in my budget
bag her like we in publix and take her ass out in public
ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
she used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
im just hittin my pinnacle you and pussy identical
you like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
but let me get my mind of that
young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas
[hook]
[french montana]
from the hooptie coupe to that ghost dawg
pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
dwight howard on the post dawg
my niggas got the powder through the post dawg
watch the body tilt when you hit the head
niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
big ass crib, 250 down, damn
gave my nigga max 75
then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
fuck got me thinking like im 75
damn, nigga aint even seen 30
[Intro: Rick Ross]
This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga
Follow me
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sippin' purple and that muthafucker concentrated
This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated
[Hook: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game's sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Shit so sophisticated (Woop)
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I'ma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli
Fifty million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm fucking that you see on BET
My lil' Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shittin' on these haters, ball hard D-Waders
Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo bitch
All in my whip and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, yea I'm in my bag
And these nigg** so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word
When 16 ain't enough...
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat, dope idea...
16 bars ain't enough!
How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
So many different levels
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one...
It's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet drivin' me, more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville
Feel my life on the real
We the Lost Boys so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was 1 16... ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When people live poor, that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches like it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis
Steamin' my marijuana
Double MMGs, double M keys
We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
Yacht to Yacht? Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin
Better put away a penny for the rainy days
? like Scottie Pippen
Started with a scribble, now I'm flowing like a river
She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory
Trump Towers and I started with a 10 speed
Growing broke had to use a nigga's instincts
Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
Waking up to take you baking you're my thick queen
? I just watch it on the big screen
3 stacks on the feet and it fits me
16 ain't enough...
[Andre 3k]
You know sometimes you got so much to say but...
*16 ain't enough*
They only give you 16, heh...
It's like... You got so much to say
The world has said so much to me, I just wanna give right back to her
But... I only get 16
I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse
Just a single glimpse
Anyway, this is too much talkin'...
Andre 3k:
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time
Ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin, drawin LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on
Construction paper
I'm trying to fuck my neighbor
I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up
To get them saddle lace ups
Before Le marc was Jacob
Before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up
Before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up
Before my palms would cake up
Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup
Before the time she makes love to someone that I was my homeboy
My homeboy, my boy bust, I run now
I don't budge, don't want much
Just a roof and porch
And a porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
But of course an assortment of tortures that scorches the skin when they
Enter
And true? too thirsty
At a lousy job, housing god if he let's lucifer let loose on us
That new song that won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't love us man, I can't pretend
But I admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and
Which region it came from
As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Ya'll can't measure my worth, but when you try
You'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me
The backs against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palms of a child, looks up at mama and smiles
Aaliyah:
Yeahhh Mhmm Mhmm
Rick Ross (Talking)
You Know Sometime in Life Shit Get So Crazy, I Wanna Smoke One For My Nigga Peanut, Thats My Brother Forever Nigga I Love You Nigga,Your Son Mine Nigga, Let Me Check This Bitch Right Quick Though
Verse 1:
Been Through Alot 9.0 Times it Gets Cold, Doing Bad Had You Take Dope off The Road, Had A Situation Where She Kept it G As Fuck, Sometimes Realer Then The Niggas That I Trust, Runing in Banks, Walking Out Stores Anything That I Needed Signature She Would Forge, Fucked Up Her Credit Overdue Rental Cars it Was All 50/50 in This lil Thing of Ours, Girl Used To Lace Me Shoplifting At Macy I Just Loved That Fact That She Really Did Embrace Me, Then She Started Dancing Really Didn't Phase Me, Started Popping Pills That's When Shit Got Crazy Money Come And Go But The Trill Will Remain When This Rap Shit Pop I Told Her That I Never Change, Have Been Stacking Change And I Gotcha A Lil' Cut When We Meet Aqain Girl We Can Live it Up
Neyo (Chrous)x2:
(Ooooh) And No Matter The Time Or The Place in The Matter The Crime, Its Just Me And My, (Ooooh) Just Me And My, Do it All Through Whatever We Stay Together (Ooooh) .
Verse 2:
Smokin' Weed Looking At Your Picture on The Wall, I Remember Hittin' Licks Then We Both Hit The Mall Talkin' New Kicks, Cologne, Down To The Drawers, Raised Like Brothers But This Dope Game Flaw, Things That I Saw Really Made Me Wanna Change, This A Shame What 5 Dollars Do To Niggas Veins, After Graduation BestFriends Parted Ways, Fuck House Parties Now Its Time To Get Paid We Were Movin' White While My Niggas Touchin' The H, We Were Still Broke But Money Was on The Way Shit Were Goin' Great Til' My Nigga Called The Case, DNA Master Homicide Back in '98 Fucked Up Plans Incarcerated My Man, Took His Lexus Jeep Diamond Rings of His Hand, Damn, But You Can't Take A Real Nigga Legacy Legends Live Forever, So My Letter Reads
Neyo (Chrous)x2:
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that's that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four
[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em
[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn
Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn
[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em
[Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax
[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
This is mafia music...
And a maybach that is
Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby...
Bossssss!
(Avery Storm)
The last bird flew the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can't slow it down
because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down
(Rick Ross)
Burnin but I got it smellin like it's butterscotch
Every bird boss take it to another notch
Bitch i'm busy baby go and suck anotha cock
Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock
Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot
Guns in the attic, mama help me put 'em up
She'll put'em down, tell you quick to hit'em up
Load a hundred round, bring it back, she'll fill it up
Like the time when the niggas pay this counterfit
He count chips but that trick mayor got'em flip
We ain't playin man slang for them dollar bills
Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill
(Avery Storm)
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
The last bird flew the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can't slow it down
because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down
(Rick Ross)
How you seen a kilo started at an eight ball
First 48 to homicide ain't soft
Comin from your hoes, fucking for your paint job
Catch you casin daddy let you know you king kong
cop a 20 keys gotta be finna keep
I got a tenesse to send 'em up to Tenesee
Black Infinity the kind to ride on Venice Beach
I watch you slow Apollo while i'm chillin sippin tea
lemons and honey, millions of money
Gucci, Louis Vitton, specifically homey
My woman imported, i'm neva extorted
I'm very important, 20 grand for the morgage
(Avery Storm)
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
The last bird flew the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can't slow it down
because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down
(Rick Ross)
Baby mamas i hate 'em
They Just want you to pay them
I'm in love wit my babies
maybe makin em famous
Don't be raisin your voice
That's another retainer
Know you missing a nigga
Know you missin that anal
Know you missin that Prada
How we did in regada
She was callin me daddy
Daddy drippin in dollars
Daddy did it in Vegas
Yeah i gotta connect
I get em ten a piece as soon as I keep it correct
Vacation to Haiti
It nearly broke my heart
Seein kids starve
I thought about my autumn bach
Sellin dope ain't right
I put it in my life
Chickens put me in position to donate the rice
(Avery Storm)
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
The last bird flew the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can't slow it down
[rick ross - intro]
regardless of how it goes down
life goes on. am i right?
[john legend]
on the way we shed some tears
every day we sacrifice
so we can be standing here
oh what a hell of a life
been winning so many years
and the future is bright
now it's very clear
that we gon' be rich forever
and ever, and ever oh oh oh
we gon' be rich forever, oh ooooh
we gon' be rich forever and ever, and ever
[rick ross - verse 1]
i remember being blind to it
til the day i put my mind to it
pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
i sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
def jam on my heels, should i sign to it?
million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
every day i'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
back of the phantom couldn't fathom i was such a student
grandfather deal for the godfather
lucian grainge from the ghetto, i follow god's orders
and he told me i was rich forever
then he showed me i was rich forever
they call me mr. roberts when i'm in the bank
digits like the dodgers when it comes to franks
flossin' out in compton like i got a cape
rosemo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
white sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
count a million cash, can you blog that?
me and niggas your type, never exchange numbers
wanna conversate and steal game from us
see the watch, now you want to know the name of it
never playin' so i went and got the frame flooded
cartier, hublot, i could name a dozen
your shit pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin'
now these thugs actors all of a sudden
niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
can't talk snow, where the soft at?
your man got murked, but you squashed that
hope you know what we call that
i think you know just what we call that
all you pussy boys fall back
big face rolly, rolls gold cost 40
platinum twenty one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
you only live once i'm screaming yolo in the vi
time flies fast balling with my nigga t.i
ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
tall supermodels always fall in my possession
atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
but i only got a thing for young bitches with aggression
show me that affection that a d-boy craves
rich forever in my d-boy ways
sold dope, blue jeans, new j's
sold dope by any means all day
[hook - john legend]
been winning so many years
and the future is bright
now it's very clear
that we gon' be rich forever
and ever, and ever
we gon' be rich forever
[verse 2 - rick ross]
100 mil ain't enough
got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
worth 40m's is he still dealing drugs
cigarettes, speedboats, but he's still with the thugs
club liv, louis shots on a sunday
grinding, even be legit one day
order some more bottles because i'm on one
i know her pussy wet, and she wanna cum
she wanna cum, maybe come over
stop dealing with them niggas you need one soldier
keep you as my bitch forever
cuz you know a nigga rich forever
[hook]
Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
I love it when she wear her hair down to her shoulders
And she know if she come over then I'ma fold her
Already told her, I'm like a boulder
Hit it 'til she feelin' like she tipsy, but she sober
Just curled her hair though she know that I'ma mess it up
But she don't care 'cause she been wantin' me to sex her up
And when we finished, she can pin it up
She love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She loves it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She loves it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She love it when I'm
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She buzzin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She cussin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
I even love it when she wear her hair in corn rows
But she know when we finished she gon' have an afro
And she ain't trippin', man, what is she gon' get mad for?
Needed something new while sneaking in your back door
Oh, whoa, I'ma stretch her out down on that floor
And if her hair too short, she can add more
If her hair too short, she can add more
'Cause she love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She buzzin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She cussin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
Ooh, she love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She buzzin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She cussin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
[Rick Ross:]Her performance stellar, so I gotta tell her
My paper hella def, my Ferrari yella
Versace robes by Donatella
I got Navy guns, boats like a sailor
Pullin' on her hair, borne a brother's stare
Kissin' on her neck, this gon' be a while
I'm a bad boy, yeah, I'ma tie her down
Pullin' on her hair when I tie her down
Who your first was, that don't matter now
That's long and gone, and I just want to tie you down
Who your first was, that don't matter now
I came along, and I just want to tie you down
Ooh, she love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She buzzin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She's cussin' when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
Ooh, she love it when I
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She loves it when
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She's buzzin'
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
She's cussin'
(Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
[Rick Ross]
Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me
Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I'm aiming at your Acura, yeah
Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs
[Meek Mill]
And I murder anything in my perimeter
If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like f-ck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion
[Rick Ross]
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A.
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane
[Meek Mill]
And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay'
I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay
[Rick Ross]
All my women photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the cake
Quarters to half's on my road to the riches
All real n-ggers just playing different positions
[Meek Mill]
Ross can be the quarter back, I'ma run his quarter back
Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a corner back
Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat
[Rick Ross]
I'm allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it's etcetera, etcetera
[Meek Mill]
I'm addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin'
Ferragamo on linen, a n-gger starting he finish
D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I'm dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring
[Rick Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
I'ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million strong
[Meek Mill]
Doesn't matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks (bricks)
I'm in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
No roof, fresh off the car lot
And we don't call cops n-gger, we just call shots
[Rick Ross]
F-ck the competition I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I pull up out the holster
Can't even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g's and the well paid soldiers
[Meek Mill]
So if you n-gger scared, call the feds up
We taking over I'm just giving n-ggers heads up
We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up
[intro: rick ross]
if michael jackson came alive right now
he'd ask you to smoke one for him
so in his honor
[verse 1: rick ross]
you niggas spud webb, comin' up short
think you're dee brown, jump if you want
i put it on my momma and her very last nerve
ricky made off everything i deserved
the square root of a kilo is me nigga
the square root of a kilo is me nigga
do the math, i'm a mothafuckin g nigga
[verse 2: gunplay]
it's all on me now, as you can see now
i'm gon' get this money and i will not be denied
been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
when you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
i'm at the round table, where your seat at?
where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
we ain't never left, actin' like we back
you should see us now taking pictures acting like we rap
this the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit
somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
this here reserved for soldiers most definitely
so watch what you say and where you step more carefully
if i fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me
tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
you don't know nan nigga, nope, uh uh
this famous that'll still throw copper
cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
fire the ganja back up
throw some blow in my tobacco
then crank the lac up
one match left, this the last turn
santeria candles in my sanctuary burn
i'mma earn 'til the last court adjourn
'til the last gavel drop we gon' have it locked
we gon' have it locked
we gon' have it locked
[verse 3: stalley]
i'm part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto
but niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
it's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
but when i was broke and sleeping on floors they ain't want nothing from me
my future's so bright but my past so ugly
and i just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
tried to section off the past but it still haunts me
so i accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair
all this space created, all that hard work it got me here
so what i look like tellin' a nigga that i should be here
power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
and i'll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair
warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
out in the open all alone i felt the coldest air
secluded in my thoughts in fear
no one to talk to, no one there
not even a voice, not even an ear
no one alive, no one to care
now i got a power circle, now i'm on a power trip
and they calling me counterfeit cause i ain't gave a coward shit
stole me, throw me a pile of shit but you won't pull me out of it
it's funny how it comes full circle
now they wanna be a part of the power circle
they wanna be a part of the power circle
[bridge: wale] (2x)
may the wind be at your back
may the bad be in your past
may the kids take all your good
and your wife have class
and you realize your goals
and what's life without grind
those niggas, yo' niggas?
hope those niggas real as mine
[verse 4: wale]
there's a difference between underrated and haven't made it
once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
there's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
there's enemies, envy, with green my niggas lawnmower
and i'm on tour, jordan 4′s, tom ford
and i ain't thuggin, they clappin at me, a encore
got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
i give her d, i throw up two, i call that shit a safety
shit is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaining
and my inner sanctum need real estate i'm out my cabeza
jealousy's for the weak, you ain't happy i made it
i be feeling like brother malcolm just out of the nation
allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers
i seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers
so shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians
my circle small but regardless circumference official
my clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
they gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit us
i'm so allusive so my niggas be goin' through it
guess it's a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music
cash rule the world at least it do with girls
at least it do with churches, eat the truth and true it hurts
if they real, and they real, my niggas deserve it
and we don't deal with weak squares in this power circle
we don't deal with weak squares in this power circle
[verse 5: meek mill]
i'm like welcome to the power circle
i came a long way, i started with a powdered circle
clique full of real niggas that'll probably murk you
cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal
lotta talking, lotta tweeting, 'til you hear that chopper speaking
kill my dog, i kill your dog, we tied even, i'd believe it
if you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
cause if you grindin' you gon' be rich before you can look up
my cousin knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
cause you can sell 'em hard for the low and give 'em the hookup
and still make the profit
the streets say i'm the hottest and a nigga still modest
i'm just being honest
back to the wall, never let 'em get behind us
mack in my draws fitting right in my designers
look at my persona, i dreamed it, woke up and conquered
and there was commas after commas, i eat 'em like benihanas
put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster
and the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia
just talkin' money, talkin' money what you talkin' bout?
probably talkin' bout us, we the only thing to talk about
cause we the only thing to talk about
cause we the only thing to talk about
[verse 6: kendrick lamar]
look inside the highs of the last mohicans survived
you won't last a weekend outside
seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
see a demon don't compromise
and so i walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
i'm a diamond inside the rough that's too mighty for maricons
i might as well put all my killers in ysl
put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
hell's fire, i never lie, you will never grind
i know the priors they runnin' by us when we do crime
i know that section eight wanna discontinue my moms
when they heard that ohio state gave me 30 racks in july
oh lord, this can't be life, no it can't be life
when they day breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strike
from upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
it's good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
now your fate can record it denied a reporter replied
the death rate will eventually climb, so eventually i'm
on a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
so about face if it ain't business, i get offended, i mind
now one fake, i'm a realist in strive, i'm a bilion in five
well a billion cause the limit is the sky and i live on cloud nine
and i recognize my nemesis gon' try to put a finish in my shine
but pussy, where it hurt you
life in the power circle
[outro: rick ross]
regardless of how it goes down
life goes on, am i right?
tried to warn you niggas
i tried to warn you niggas
it's too late now
double m-g
too much cake
too much power
too much respect
bow down, nigga
[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Rick Ross]
I'm incline with women who come on they time
She came over and she came a few times
From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin
Game over had her shopping in Milan
20 racks really that's sneaker money
Triple white Ferrari yeah that's the Easter bunny
At the Ceaser in Vegas yeah I put the Visa on it
Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me
I let her decorate the real estate
And I let her spend a half the ticket give or take
A couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars
Canary yellow everything plane chartered
I spolied her maybe 'cause I adored her
More than fly that girls a flying saucer
My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life
And she said the love of picture just roll the dice
[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Wale]
I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
She said she love me but what I'm feeling is minuscule
I understand that Prada lives in her inner soul
So the devil that droves in her got in control
Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin' getting got cake up
Though my paper way thicker than model make up
But ya'll wait up my mind racing my toe slippin
A lot of women is real some bitches Robin Givings
I never give 'em no liquid no pot to piss in
I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent
I'm pitchin bitches that's dreamin' thinking I'm trickin' chicken
I'm simply fuckin' with bitches that know they whole position
That's real nigga shit
Real nigga life
I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe
I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss
I trying for the money, they tryna fall in love.
[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me,
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Meek Mill]
I say, how can they compare to you
Everything material
Trickin' shit for kids and you know I don't need no cereal
You know I was ridin' and you switched up a gear or two
So I let others shit you on dead, burial
Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you
Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you
Cabo to Jamaica every weekend honey moon and you
Like the sound and I ain't ever try tuning you
But now I'm just assuming you
Living off of hearsay
Treble like the radio 'cause everything was fair play
1st class herm ass
Panamera perp pass
Greed written on her face
When I bought her first bag
And I ain't really give a fuck
It was like a nigga rushed
Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
She call me daddy like a nigga puff
Just play your role and you can live it up
[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
[Rick Ross]
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 n-ggas
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
Preparing with 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 organised crime
Money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times
The ’45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
Black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?
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, your’s counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn’t
Went against the odds, its only one Rozay
My n-gga OKAY
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
Million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it
[Meek Mill - Verse 2]
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
On the grind 24/7 I’m with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
Jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget
Money knocking at the front door I’m like “who is it?”
It’s Benjy, tell my lil n-gga “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 f-cking for the hoe of it
Four for my n-ggas that be stacking 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
Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian
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
N-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it
F-ck 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 f-ck em all
Had my n-ggas down so I’m screaming f-ck the law
Monday night wrestling, I’m so f-cking 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 homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
For the low that 9 cheap
Call me if you want it, haters see me
And I’m staying got ‘em sick to they stomach
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
Million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it
[Wale]
Whole time, see that fly sh-t I’ve been on
All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
Thats game b-tch aint sh-t
Nudies? and some J six
Where I’m from it’s cold
And n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
They say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down
So all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about
Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
Flyest n-ggas 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 bitch’s 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
Lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
Quietly becoming a top ten
You dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere
?, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y’all n-ggas is Eric Crouch
What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself
I can see your album coming
That shits like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my sh-t so vicious
Y’all are like snitches you can’t see the pen
Always on some new sh-t CNN
Sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
Million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Testify on my nigga, I'mma blow up your house
For the last few years, I had control of the south
When you head up north, either one with the coke
French Montana, straight off the boat
[Hook]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
We 'bout it
[Verse 1: French Montana]
This that heroin flow, just signed to Atlantic
I get it fresh off the boat, I get it 'cross the Atlantic
I just fired my banker, now I just rubberband it
Should I cop me some acres?, should I cop me some candy?
I hear voices all in my head, bricks all in my spirit
Fuck you do with that bread, bitches all in my ear
I done counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feeling
I got a rush for that life, I had a bitch out the projects
She used to package the white and bring me back my deposit
I'm talking 8 grand a piece, I'm on the floor with the Lakers
I'm talking 8 grand a seat, Louie sneaks with no laces
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach on Monday, Testarossa on Tuesday
My wide body on Wednesday but my boat is my beauty
All my Friday's Ferrari, like to pull out my jewelry
If you work with the judge, better pray to the jury
I got put in a rental, and I'm strapped like I'm Boobie
Had more guns in the car than the whole state of Missouri
Get it straight off the boat, yea my life is a movie
Got a 3 story mansion, big saltwater jacuzzi
Get it straight off the boat, she get it straight off the plate
Appetite disapperead, but it ate off her face
Now they tapping my phones, wanna give me the Rico
Speaking Spanish to Papi, tryna get them for cinco
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
what is good is for the .. she got nothing ..
i am gonna call my amigo .. what about the
you are gonna be some columbiano .. we are gonna ship it to the ..
we are gonna leave it on the caro .. americano
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
only the best only the best .. only the fresh
now you are knowing the fresh .. walking like a d boy
cause i am d man
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
i am turning sixteen
i was sixteen getting for fifteen
.. batches so real bitches so real
that i s why i am ripping .. thousand dollars for oat meal
what are you sipping on
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
[rick ross]
prime 112 behind the double doors
as i rewind the devils floors
pass across the courts your life's lost
patience a virtue? heard that you're the boss
your informer's correct
now give me enormous respect
cornered the game, record label on his chain
right hand on the bible watch the floor catch flames
margielas on her feet
now she riding with a lame all jealous in the jeep
all the lil homies wanna eat
but we never settle beef
so settle your debts before there's any regrets
gino do the graffitti and black evander with the tec
my girls say that i'm a mess
dj khaled say i'm the best
and my city do too
20 in the trunk, that's how city boys move
8.9, now the crib got a view
mandarin manicure, dea in pursuit
champagne and and a rolex, rose
no church for a d-boy: let's pray
[hook]
[meek mill]
ain't no church in the wild for a nigga like me
in the game so foul in a world full of sin
where the love flow thin
and the pain run deep
cause it's blood in the streets
see the stains on the money, no love for the weak
where it rain, never sunny, just mud on a beach
where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat
thanksgiving with the birds just drugs for a feast
youngin only 13 with a snub in his fleece
even though his heart's cold still got love for the heat
see the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech
from the bottom of philly, i emerge from the east
peace! at the dealer talking bugatti talk
you never heard it like illuminati talk
tell em haters that it's my mama's fault
breaking bricks – you would think we talking karate talk
young niggas with old money
never trust a nigga that said let me hold something
never trust a b-tch that tell you she ain't blown nothing
the weathermen never tell me about these cold summers
tears dripped on my dad casket
niggas turned me into a bastard
glock 40 on me is plastic
get to reaching i'm squeezing on him and clapping
and i ain't talking about similies
i'm talking head-shots where niggas won't remember me
i asked god please remove my enemies
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, stash it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it
It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all y'all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel sock
Now I got the llama and Ermet's dark
Word to sly swifter fox who above me?
say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to this man song
Money ain't a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm dealin with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with hundreds
[hook]
here we are, the world is ours
from the block to boulevard
the rain is gone
the rain is gone
(wooh wooh)
the rain is gone
from the block to boulevard
(wooh wooh)
the rain is gone
the rain is..
[rick ross - verse 1]
i'm feelin myself, hope you feelin me too
god forgives and i don't
unforgettable dude
i'm ballin my nigga, and that's word to your mama
i want you to ride, definition of honor
honor that brother but murder these hoes
always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
always making moves, i didn't make the rules
i'm just making ends meet with this plate of food
went from spaghetti o's to a new set of vogues
back to square one, we still was selling those
my tribe called quest, shit was nice dogg
gucci was q-tip, i was phife dog
on the world tours with all the wrong whores
had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
timing is everything, rhyming is everything
geechi liberace, put diamonds in everything
[hook]
[pharrell]
they say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white cubans
nonsense, that's the necklace nigga, the light's moving
this is jewelry, that shit is foolery
frozen water on my neck nigga, who's cool as me?
up in mansions like the black kurt cobain
my nigga ross said he's the boss cause he works cocaine
and under no certain circumstances
would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain
and your feelings, yeah they villains but i'm chillin
i'm still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse?
my niggas be stealin' and killin' and thrillin' for the birds
making deals squeezing life outta the next ?
i'm on my iphone, bitches put their naked pictures on my ipad
the doors go up and igone
black boy scorin' his life, i'm scorin' the oscars
remember i used to want a pasha and eat some lobster
but now i eat the apple, with my ap
your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
says the little boy that loves you
who had the ashy feet
now wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week
where the upper classes meet, thats just me
i smash the beat..
[hook]
[meek mill]
dedication and motivation
gave them motors to hate me
old homies betrayed me
running around saying they made me
but when i had a quarter they had 4 and the baby
it was a whole different story but f-ck 'em thme niggas is shady
now i'm self-made, self-paid, and i give myself a raise
whole circle shining nigga, never had them selfish ways
never had nobody tell me "go and get a tummy shake"
had to learn on my own
ask my momma, i was gone
puffin purple getting stoned
tryna take the pain away
now its rolls royce's, umbrella's for a rainy day
old heads told me "young fella, this ain't the game to play!"
had to take a chance told the dealer "deal my hand"
and now that nigga's gettin' murdered, shit is getting scary
i put ? on the ghost
i'm screaming bloody mary! nigga, bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary
let 'em cross the line at scrimmage they get f-cking buried
they had me cutting through that field just like a russian
was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don't fuck with larry
i was just trying to ball, ducking d's and grinding raw
but now i'm pulling up in that thing, them niggas gone need some tylenol
i'm gone!
[hook]
[stalley]
i'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, i'm gettin money. period!
they said i got a old soul and i'm rich nigga spirited
so one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
with a trade deuce livin life like they ain't made loot
cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so i'mma get it myself
i ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case i'm gone tomorrow
young bonapart, i'm noah dawg, like chi ali, dark shades like cool moe dee
cool fly nigga is who i be
big chain with a bigger charm, leavin' with a bad chick under my arm
geechi liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse
(diamonds on everything, even my posse)
Yea, such a breath of fresh air
Get a blowjob, have a seizure on a Lear
Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year
Or bring it back tomorrow, that's a lease that disappear
Count new money, peeling out a venue
New Maybach after it was discontinued
Never question mine, my mind is so inventive
Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives
Maybach IV the allure that I adore
All money game, we got ones in the floor
See me on the wood, nigga, pause at the game
Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames
Bow to the boss in the presence of a don
Started on the corner nigga, didn't have a coin
Playing my position for a club that I can join
Never in the draft, but that boy know he going
Throw me a bone, get me a brick
That's on the Quran I'ma go and get the chips
Go and get a rental, I got a cute bitch
She's showing some potential, so we taking trips
Nigga, assets last while memories fade
I'ma, fetch that ass I don't get paid
I'm a Mike Tyson type of, typewriter sniper
Double M life 'til a nigga pay the piper
I love when the beat dip
Same way I love to see a key flip
Go and pay your mama house off
Get sucked off, shorty wipe your mouth off
I'm alive, you could never write the South off
South paw, box a nigga like a outlaw
Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha?
Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw
Pulling up slow, look at that boy
Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
All the g's with me, Maybach Eazy-E
The good times don't last long
Just rewind the last song
We all shared some great times
As I read some great rhymes
What we does, is what dreams are made of
Come and get your love, all of this love
500 for the car that I got on the strip
That's another 100, what I got on my wrist
800 for the jar that I'm about to twist
It's a female strand, you know life's a bitch
As I get high, move my curtains to the side
Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die
Niggas get abused like boys at Penn State
Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate
Dreams, everything that we are
The life that we're living, baby it's ours
Dreams, money, homes, and cars
Baby that's a given, I'm talking about every fantasy
Be good real with me, don't miss something good, oh
Baby come with me and live the dream
It's a whole 'nother different element
It's Maybach roman numeral four
You couldn't fathom this, you couldn't imagine this
You can't produce this, you won't reproduce this
I'll be dreaming of you
I'll be dreaming of you
You'll be making it come true
I'll be dreaming of you
I'll be dreaming of you
I'll be dreaming of you
You'll be making it come true
I'll be dreaming of you
Yessir
This is LA Reid
It takes a boss to know a boss
It takes greatness to recognize greatness
(T.I.)
My garage is flawless
under a hundred thou when allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud
no denim on my seats,
baby you gon' need a towel
ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused
my bankroll so well endowed
pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style
and in crowds catch me in town
only stripping vegas
chillin' been in b-tches' faces with babies
b-tch bite yo' tongue,
this just ain't a Mercedes,
tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another 380,
ask my car costs,
y'all thought I would fall off,
that was just a small loss,
we can have a ball off,
fly to N.Y. meet me at the Wall though,
the story 'n' architecture Victorian,
ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean,
hard times never heard of those,
in the back, my feet kicked up,
get my d-ck sucked,
with the curtains closed,
and for the record kid,
my final question is,
how yo' b-tch gon' feel in that when you two pull up next to this?
Ahhahaha
MAYBACH MUSIC N-GGA!
(Erykah Badu)[Chorus]
Everybody knows,
how the story goes,
money and the clothes,
they gon' come and go,
but guess who stays the same,
they gon' see the name,
stroll real slow,
where your colors roll,
(Jadakiss)
Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone,
plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
Ice cream (uh), pipe dreams
is what they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah),
I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn,
whoever ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'm squirtin' on,
I'm in that 6 doin' 57 for the health,
chopper in the trunk, 45 for the belt,
bunch of wax dummies all you guys gonna melt,
live for your kids, die for yourself,
bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth,
peas on the block,
pies on the shelf,
came in the back of the back,
I ain't did nothin' else
ahaha I'm somthin' else.
[Chorus]
(Rick Ross)
uhhh,
cigar please,
I came alive like a moff in the Summer time,
Japanese wheel blades all samurai,
shine brighter than them b-tches on the other side,
time to make a blind mother f-cker recognize,
amunition got the competion nonexistent,
had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss it,
I'll double that the day you try to knock a n-gga,
street scholar graduated, no father figure,
still tote chrome, check my chromisomes,
meet me halfway with things and a mobile home,
money machines yeah they lean like a mobile phone,
I'm a seven-up I need a coca-cola loan,
I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans,
cashmere hand-made sweater,
me and money got a vendetta,
lookin' back to tell the truth I could'a did betta,
parents never had a good job,
now its Black American Express cards,
{Maybach Music}
Featuring: Drake
[Rick Ross]
Two door Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa papers
Smokin my favorite berry's
F65 I call it Rihanna
It got a red top but it's white like Madonna
Made man, you hear what I said
having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also known as Papi Chulo
and I'm running straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill
super head and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga Rocky
still smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and I'm never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing
dollar bills on top of dollar bills
thats all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will
made n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a n-gga tryna live
made man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred squares
if you scared, called the feds
made men, I'm screaming dollar bills
park the trunk on the Porsche
there they go, Dollar bills
[Drake]
Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I don't know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I don't know where the f-ck I'm at for certain
when it boils down, I'm just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I just look like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in town
shout out my n-gga tens, thats my brother my round
[Sample]
[And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight]
[You've got to feel it]
[I've got the sign]
[Kanye West - Chorus]
They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our lives
So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Unn)
Hard headed but my top peelin' back
Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy though
Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn)
Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
Which you see me wavin' Visorone Constantine (Unn)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss)
Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat
I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
The party over here, everybody over here
You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah)
Bottles over here, even spread it over there
All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
She came to party like it's 1999
If she died on my dick
She would live through my rhymes
[Chorus]
[Kanye West - Verse 2]
For all my young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment
I don't give a rrrt, baby he craazzy
I'm back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top againnn"
And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
And I'ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
My outfit's so disrespectful
You could gon' ahead and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you
I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it's superficial and ya say it's just clothes
But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed
So go ahead and just pose
When she walked up out the dressin' room
The store just froze
And I know, they trying to get their cool back
And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?" (Un)
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Peter piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitched poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
When her ass is enormous
Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things
Look around Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dyin' 'round the clock nigga
I sent a hundred grand but that's a decent watch nigga
I'm gettin' better 'cause it would've leased the drop nigga
I'ma get my money right just watch nigga
She had a miscarriage I couldn't cry though
'Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe
(Un) I got 'em catchin' amnesia
Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer
See the links and you just think Jesus
I'm hot till a day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I multiplied my money through different avenues
Took many awards
Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won't stop
If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch
[Chorus]
[Sample]
[Hey, hey, hey, hey]
[Intro - Rick Ross]
Nigga, long as you livin' how you wanna live
Niggas gon' talk about you
And that's completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute niggas that's dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though
[Hook - Rick Ross]
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin' that syrup, might front you a block
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
What's at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while I'm rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking I'm doing wrong, when these niggas ain't right
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
????? then bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was old
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin', I'm fucking all that they own
So I don't blame 'em, no I don't knock 'em
But if they play my dogs, we slay 'em, I'm talkin' pop 'em
Once I'm ????, they talkin' bout us
Acting like bitches 'til we spray 'em, ?????
I'm ballin' till my very last breath
I hustle like I'm on my last check
And I ain't even in my bed yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I'm good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
Talkin' ???? pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
Ain't no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky
[Verse 4 - Birdman]
Ballin' till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred B's in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
'Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
Puttin' it down, hold it down for my fuckin' rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way
London, England, January
The weather, gray
The rain, thick
I wake up, depression all around me
Dark thoughts clouding my mind
And I open the drawer and I see two things
I see the warm told loafers
I see the crisp Kashmir socks
And I know that today is me to be a good day
A hundred dollars a sock
Two ankles, you do the math
Pour them on,
Socks on the first, followed by the loafers
Then I know from that day, that week, that month, that year, that decade,
That millennium
That we'll be rich forever
It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Handle my problem, that's the way it is
Always talkin like a bitch but that's the way he is
After the ride, nobody'll know where he is - Triple C!
When you serve a cat a couple of times
Knowin he serve in a couple of towns
Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval
It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort
Classy nigga walkin 'round with stacks
But I'm gettin word that he talkin behind my back
Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention
He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin
Tell him all your cars, makes and models
Tell him how you on steaks and bottles
Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday
How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight
He done told a nigga all your routes
And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out
Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out
That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember
Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler
Save that for your bathroom mirror
No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons
Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers
Triple C stamp the trillest
I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is
Them hoes stay at the billets
And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million
A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider
Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it
I told ya - flow so cold, below frozen
like ice water over the Pro Tools
But that's old news, update the topic
What makes the prophet cut cake in projects
I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is
Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments
Nigga I'm fresh out
Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out
Jail ain't rehabilitate shit!
Killers and dealers all I affiliate with
Retaliate and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff
and we ain't playin freeze tag, you better dip
Chop soundin like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry
So I'm robbin moms for that wake money
It's Torch, you get a bomb from me - you wan' play?
I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin
Name 'em - ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Miss a payment I'll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit
Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets
Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean
Meanin it's comin too, nigga what you wanna do?
I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga
Y'all niggaz know who this is
Nigga this is the homey nigga
Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga
Y'all niggaz see us in the club
Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga
But y'all niggaz already know nigga
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I got them ki’s in the crib
You wouldn’t find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, it’s real
It ain’t cheese if it’s less than a mil’
I think I’m losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it’s my last
My only trending topic is the cash
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
I’m riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air ‘em out
Bitches a motion picture, I’m picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young nigga’s doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
I’m trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and I’m with whatever
Ki’s to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
Hundred mil’ plus til we rich forever
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is young’uns with this trash to sell
They got some CO’s that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funeral’s never cool, nigga, pass the steel
I’m a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
That’s one of few names that’ll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
I’m the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Ki’s in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
This is the scenario — something go wrong, it’s a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of lawyer niggas
That’ll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
Nigga, you know I’m living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie
I got them ki's in the crib
You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, it's real
It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil'
I think I'm losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it's my last
My only trending topic is the cash
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
I'm riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out
Bitches a motion picture, I'm picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young nigga's doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
I'm trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and I'm with whatever
Ki's to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
Hundred mil' plus til we rich forever
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is young'uns with this trash to sell
They got some CO's that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funeral's never cool, nigga, pass the steel
I'm a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
That's one of few names that'll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
I'm the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink
Ki's in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
This is the scenario - something go wrong, it's a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of lawyer niggas
That'll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
Nigga, you know I'm living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie
If I'm rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever?
Forgive me Lord! Forgive me
My next move; God Forgives, I Don't
I think you'll love it
Verse 1: Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there -- but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck all you haters
Watch me fuck all these bitches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck every witness"
Cause bitch, I'm big business
I'm screaming fuck em
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
'Migo hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud like it's a Newport
Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty; let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax
This is for the soldiers the see the sun
At midnight, ya dig
Let me slow down (it's so incredible)
[Rick Ross Verse]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas
We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes
Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold
I embark on life, my path is all math
I understand the codes these hackers can't crack
I understand that folks expect me to fold
Community control to violate parole
I won't fail, but a lot of men will
I'm iconic in the field, like Solomon's Seal
Uh, it's just an intro
Allow my flow time to sink into the temple
Free Mason, freelancer, free agents, we faster
Big contracts, big contractors
Built pyramids, period we masters
No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas
A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All white mansion, I'm the child of God
All black diamonds, times were hard
New Rolls Royce
Guess you made it, nigga
All white neighborhoods, you they favorite nigga
My top back like J.F.K.
They wanna push my top back like J.F.K.
So, so I J.F.K.
Join Forces with the kings and we ate all day
Right now I could rewrite history
I stopped writin so fuck it, I'll do it mentally
[Rick Ross & John Legend Chorus (x2)]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die
[Jay-Z Verse]
Niggas couldnâ€Â™t do nothing with me they put the devil on me
I would have preferred if niggas would squeeze the metal on me
Rumors of Lucifer, I donâ€Â™t know who to trust
Whole world want my demise, turn my music up
Here me clearly
If yâ€Â™all niggas fear me, just say yâ€Â™all fear me
Fuck all these fairy tales, go to hell this is God engineering
This is a Hail Mary pass, yâ€Â™all interfering
He without sin shall cast the first stone
So yâ€Â™all check in the mirror, double check your appearance
Bitch I said I was amazing
Not that Iâ€Â™m a Mason
Itâ€Â™s amazing that I made it through the maze that I was in
Lord forgive me I never wouldâ€Â™ve made it without sin
Holy Water, my face in the basin
Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him
Bitch Iâ€Â™m red hot, Iâ€Â™m on my third six but the devil, Iâ€Â™m not
My Jesus piece flooded but thou shall not covet
Keep your eyes off my cupboard
Iâ€Â™m a bad motherfucker, itâ€Â™s Hov just say you love it
[Chorus]
If I ever die, never let it be said I didn't win
Never, never say
Never say Legend didn't go in (Imma go in)
I just wanna die on top of the world
Makin' love to my favorite girl
Makin' beautiful music, we makin' a movie
[Intro: rick ross]
Fountain of youth
May our legacies live forever
[rick ross]
All my niggas quiet but we burning loud
Makaveli to the max, never turn it down
Mac 11 in a benz: how you like me now?
I run the city so my closet look like nike town
Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?
Am i fucking your bitches? Is it official?
My nigga did a dime, didn't learn a thing from it
Came home, in two weeks got him a 600
Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks coming
Chicks at the beach house like they gonna miss something
From the churches i rose, only loving the dough
From the chevy to rolls, now it's fur on the floor
Smoke an ounce of the truth: that's my fountain of youth
R.i.p. to mr. Shakur, this one is for you
Nipsey hussle and i got my nigga stalley on it
Double mg burning out in cali on it
[hook: nipsey hussle x2]
Stained glass window in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
[verse 2: stalley]
These rap books buried in gold
The treasure of a million men, versace shades trimmed in gold
My life's big like them cameras explode
Capture this rags to riches story that i unfold
The youth fountain for the few counting
Made money, but who's counting?
It's hard stunting living in subsidized housing
Every bag you bring though the door, dude's counting
And every new girl you bring through, dude's hounding
They want your youth, so they watch your moves
From your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoes
Rope chains with the precious jewels
The dope game had impression rules
So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons
Had the whole hood acting like goons
Trying to be the richest, trying to the be flyest
Claim to be balling, end up like len bias
Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence
[hook]
[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
Laces in my blue chucks, represent my bros first
Staring at my rollie bezel as i soul-search
Run this money marathon til my soles hurt
But no materials could measure what my soul's worth
I wanted everything, feel like i had no choice
Young niggas wishing on a star like rose royce
Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
I made a promise, give me options and i cold-turkey
Sick of sitting on the side while it's game point
Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain't had no voice
Crazy lady speak in tongues said it's gon' work
Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokesperson
Study rich niggas' moves like my homework
Sacrilegious; however, streets was my own church
[Wale]
Diced pineapple
Tonight you will reach a height that the sky wont catch you
The highest form of my admiration, I ain't no connoisseur but
I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste
And before the sun graze ya
I'm tryna see how deep you are and believe me shawty I ain't talking about
No intimate conversation
I'm wanna see if I can make you reach things unattainable when I peek into
Your nature
And I promise you my goals will exceed any pyshical pleasure
I wanna give you what's better than better
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
The more these mere moments seem like heavens or
Temporary forever's
Shawty get it together
Diced Pineapple
May your love come down some of mine might have you
You design my imagination
And let me redefine foreplay so you need?
Tell me shawty you got it baby
If it's not it baby
Hope it's progress baby
Let it all drip baby
Stop that shaking
No more talking baby
No more talking baby
[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, Pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, there my baby taste the best
I nearly lost my mind
Guess it was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex'
Paid it off cash, so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib, I'm just stuntin' on her ex
Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess
I like to make her toes curl as I'm licking on her flesh
Sex all night, couple shots of ciroc
Crib on the water, got Lebron up the block
Money ain't a thing baby, welcome to the mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her
You know form is? when you on the team
Double-M G them other niggas fell off
Baby girl I just wanna see you well off
[Drake]
Call me crazy, shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right
[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
She know how to make me smile
And she do it with the sex
Pop bottles, make love, thug passion
Red Bottoms Montclair, high fashion
Belt buckles, door handles gold plated
Balmain, rich denim, out Vegas
French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip
I'ma trip, go to Cannes, France to catch a flick
Baby listen, this position is a blessing
And with your permission hopefully you'll learn a lesson
I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk
She so fine she ain't even gotta talk
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
[Drake]
Call me crazy shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Yo it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Aww yeah
[Wale]
Something about her probably can't live without her
Roll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountain
Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
And I won't ever rescue me the peak of your mountain
Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
And you eager to work perfect, I can't employ you
Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
Hol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur
Rushing you out your draws
Though patiently get you off
Hate when they get too anxious though
Hate when they be too?
Like too get too deep
But I hate to get too deeply involved
How sweet is you
Let me see some proof
Fuck making pussy talk
I like to make it sing a tune
All we need it weed
We don't need no room
Right now I'm trying
We don't need a spoon
Convict
Up Front
Yeah..
Convikt Muzik
Ross.. (ohhh)
Triple C's
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line
(Hold up, Hold up)
I was birthed in the crackhouse
But what made it worse every first is a packed house
Little brother knowin' life illegal
No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles
I'm gon' find knights and regals
$5000 on the paint just so life will see ya
Green cards for the free lunch
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush
Big guns for the other side
Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide
I wanna see his momma eyes
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)
Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line
When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns
Slap ya in the head I'ma open one
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got poor credit, got whore debit
Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic
But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
If you don't get it, just don't let it
A life setence is a life sentence
All my homies got 'em, they just like business
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)
Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line
Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga
You "would be" killas, that is "could be" nigga
The last minute of your last breath
I'm the last entrance right before your last step
Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollas
The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga
Critics wonder will I last long
Even though I showed my ass on my last song
I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)
Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
[Intro: rick ross]
They told me it's never too late for prayer
Well lord! Pray for us niggas
Cause we ready to die for this shit
[hook: rick ross]
If i die tonight i pray i get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If i die tonight i pray i get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
[verse 1: rick ross]
I look to my left, i look to my right
All i see is my blood, all i see is my life
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma
Been robbin' my whole life, i gotta look out for karma
Sellin' them white squares i swear i'm well prepared
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell
Chopper still heat seakin', block gettin' hotter
When them niggas go to beefin', slide me 'til we got 'em
[hook]
[verse 2: t.i.]
Machine gun man, seen him on the news
Every gun i had was one the home invaders couldn't use
Had a niggas catch me slippin', i refuse, not a chance
Listen dude, tip can use any tool known to man
And don't think that i can't hit you jekylls, it ain't in my hand
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand?
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor
Should i die, lay me next to my daughter lelah and my partner
Rap your ass off somethin' proper, you'll get blow, blow, blow
Did just what i gotta do, it's me or you and boy i'm stayin'
Know that atf listening, i'm just playin', i'm just playin'
My attitude is fucking, house biggest publics,
Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget!
Niggers like the... lean at the bucket,
I'll lean to the south, white whip michael douglas!
Hard times call for drastic measures,
I called my dog, he bought a...
Forty rounds...
Niggers...
Microphone, michael corleone, I know I'm wrong!
The man up above love for me to sing in palms,
So sing along, you know the song I sing,
Bring them things along!
I gotta feed the team,
Is ross!
I need a hannibalus,... bitches all I'm swallow,
... nigger thrill...
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context
Ridin wit' them big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a ?
Ross, stranded on the death row
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the ?
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
We came from trigga' play, kill a nigga for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubberbands
? off fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
All soft balls, all bases covered man
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts
I see the vision, from club vision to ?
I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes
Baby girl, come talk wit' the boss
I pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick ya shoes off
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
We don't take you for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)
This ya' last chance (to hop up in that big car)
Wit' tha' Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm goin far)
This the movement, a few niggaz you wanna move wit'
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride
See batman, cruisin’ in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends yeah
I guess you say I’m living out the black mans dream
(repeated)
[Rick Ross]
Punish all these n-ggas
F-cking all these bitches
Buying every diamonds, every weapon in existance
Terminator x, I’m a public enemy
Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy
Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily
Sex, money, murder, I’m investing all my energy
Billionnaire eventually, hustler of the century
Source Cover, man of the year, envy me
One for the money, two for the hoes
Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose
Smile for your camera while your whole face froze
Stack up all them bodies I’mma whole case load
Middle of December I will melt your f-cking snow
While my price is high, I will get you dealt with for the low
Black man’s World, white man drugs
No discrimination for my Mexican bloods
[Chorus]
See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride
See batman, cruisin’ in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends yeah
I guess you say I’m living out the black mans dream
(repeated)
[Ludacris - Verse 2]
Check me out, it go one for the money
Two for the hoes
Three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose
N-gga roll it with precision
And f-ck an intervention
I’m the boss muthaf-cker don’t need nobody permission
You can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens
Girl, face upon my lap, thats a head on collision
We find out who been snitching these n-ggas come up missing
Yeah the chopper see right through it got x-ray vision
Now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen
Get your money than get out, you better make the right decision
Or you might be clanking metal maybe swimming with the fishes
But I guess it’s do or die for these black man riches
So I bought myself a Rover and a Bemmer for the mrs
Chrome lips all on the whip and yeah thta bitch be blowing kisses
Now some n-ggas may not like me cause I never flip the bird
But these n-ggas gon respect me mark my muthaf-cking words
[Chorus]
See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride
See batman, cruisin’ in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends yeah
I guess you say I’m living out the black mans dream
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tay dizm, t-pain, rickie-ross
Yeah, yeah (nappy boy)
b.i. zoom
Chorus (T-Pain):
I said my chevy sit so high up
From tha floor
I feel like im an alien
In a ufo I goo eeaauu
Beam me up
I goo eeaau
Beam me up
Because my chevy sit so high
From tha floor
I feel like im an alien
In a ufo I goo eeaauu
Beam me up
I goo eeaau
Beam me up
(tay dizm)
Verse 1 (Tay Dizm):
Quick through the hood
Dark tenin on tha box
Commin face stoo
Cuz my feet soo hott
Cuz balll you aint messin' wit my chevy (chevy)
Im tay so n***a come cash meh
Inches black on black
Open real hard yeaah off in tha back
And they say oohwee when I come round
Yes I put it down when im in town
I said my chevy sit so high up
From thaa flooor
My rims is taller than your nieces and my chevy daa boss
And I got dem doo that pop up like a ufo
Okay, dizm is tha man and ya'll already know (letss goo)
Chorus (T-Pain):
I said my chevy sit so high up
From tha floor
I feel like im an alien
In a ufo I goo eeaauu
Beam me up
I goo eeaau
Beam me up
Because my chevy sit so high
From tha floor
I feel like im an alien
In a ufo I goo eeaauu
Beam me up
I goo eeaau
Beam me up
(triple c's baby day dizm)
Verse 2 (Rick Ross):
Big boss (big boss)
Big blob (big blog)
Red paint, flip flop
More girls (more girls)
More top (more top)
More girl (more blocks)
We grind, I shine
See dat? That's mine, (that's me)
Old school cause we already in new school
But my money weigh more than it used to
She wit me, can't you tell
Gucci bag, name Chanel
Louis this, fendi that
In my jeans, 20 stacks
24's all I knows
Center globe, selling dough
Livin' life, get it right
She love my car
She rode me twice
Chorus (T-Pain):
I said my chevy sit so high up
From tha floor
I feel like im an alien
In a ufo I goo eeaauu
Beam me up
I goo eeaau
Beam me up
Because my chevy sit so high
From tha floor
I feel like im an alien
In a ufo I goo eeaauu
Beam me up
I goo eeaau
Beam me up
I gooo
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 1 - T.I.]
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold
Following fundamentals Im following in the rental
I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu
And money triple up when you get it out of state
Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space
Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space
In my two-seater she the one that I would take
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC DBS is in the watch
Livin fast where its all about that money bag
Never front you take it there aint no comin back
Top down right here is where she want to be
That's why golds unfold right in front of me
Eveytime we fuck her soul take ahold of me
Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controllin me
That thang keep callin
Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin
Pink bottles keep comin
James Bond coup pop clutch 100
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
[Verse 1]
Put on my darkest shades
This man is made
Inherit no riches
Jehovah's my witness
Invisible fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales producing the product
Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave
In the coup with the tec, it's the home of the brave
They wanna know names, they toting on thangs
Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range
I needed some change, mama needed a raise
She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage
I'm feeling the same, all these criminals...
Wearing bellies and gold, I'm selling dope shameless to
And maybe one day I could put this pain away
Until it I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
I'm ashamed to say
Until it I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
[Hook]
Honey, it's shameless
Shameless, what you've done
Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
Honey, it's shameless
Shameless, what you've done
Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
[Verse 2]
Before I was a fetus, having Jesus beneath me
I mean look at my features, they dedicated teachers
I was calling them plays, you were still in the
bleaches
Booby gave me the game, the... changed the gimmick of
speakers
Now I'm roaming the block, caught missing the top
Meaning missing a roof, hope you listening y'all
I was dealt a few blows, I felt a few lows
Even she'd a few tears, I traveled that road
Went from walking on... , now I'm riding on vogues
50M's in the bank, I give you 200, I'm gone
Still so close to the hood, I'm ashamed to say
All the money in the world can't take this pain away
It's just another story at the campfire
Court side seats with the franchise
I think about my niggas doing 25
Shining bright, who am I for you to criticize?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm spoken psychedelics, I hustle like a felon
Hottest record label, but still in all I'm chilling
I be cracking my voice, these niggas so boys
First I be stacking some money, then go to war with
them boys
Anybody can get it, handies handing some tissues
Better bring me along, cause we bringing them pistols
Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensing...
The emotional niggas, and motions from killas
They moving in silence, but they follow your Twitters
These the games that they play, they study your
Instagram pictures
See I live by the code, that the mafia wrote
When he ran his mouth, me I ran the smoke
I'd rather listen, he had the exploitation
I had to make a way, I had to act commission
Until this day am slanging, the commission remains
Now I'm worth over a billion, I'm ashamed to say
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, stil lindependant
distribution mexican
he still sending
no contract, take my word
send a hundred packs bitch
them my birds
shoe box, no shoes in 'em
in the two seater, me and two women
no Def Jam, went solo
took the custy's prices solo
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[T.I. - Verse 2]
Its the king young gunna
hotter thana suana in the summer
nigga think I'm playing round if you wanna
bring the thunder and the lightening
like a sighting if you try me
on that Wrren Buffet shit
that monkey shit behind me
you want me square nigga you know where to find me
don't call me on my cell
yopu tryna send a pimp to jail
if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
hey let me send a little message to my enemies
you nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me
come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
billionaire swag witha dope boys energy
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
trick a hundred hoes
spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
got your bottom bitch going AWOL
nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
no sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
bullet proof, nigga teflon
why you snorting that
that shit stepped on
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real, mothafucka scream cheers!
Mothafucka scream cheers!
Heh, and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young
G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real nigga straight out of Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I built a house, nigga get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
See y'all niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time, ugh
Let the top down
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition
Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
I only love it when the ass fat
We should listen to this track in my Maybach
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Uh, it's just different
I know it feels different
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with your per diem
Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuck boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
Stuntin' to the max like wavy
Oh shit!
Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
I don't even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in '88, y'all niggas is late
You got all that, right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
What is this? (Maybach music)
I like this Maybach music
Sweeeeeeeeeeet!
Ha-ha-ha!
Come and take a ride
Come and take a ride
Billionaire
Yayo
JUSTICE LEAGUE
57 years, yes!
Blood for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up
Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule
Look at me, a model now
Models and bottles 'round
A Blood holla', ballin'
But the boys in blue, shot 'em down
Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental
400 off the lot, the block is monumental
Some things money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
In the rear, so many instruments I hear
Tucked behind curtain, no signs to fear (ROSS!)
I'm higher than a leer / Aaliyah
This Maybach music, designer shit I wear
May cause you to lose it
Close your eyes and inhale the smoke
It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga!
5 ounces, take a toke
Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote
BOSS!
YOUNG!
F**k it then!
Black Maybach, white seas, black piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, The Girl Is Mine
Life's A Bitch+, so The Whole World Is Mine
The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
They said it was not so
Certain things that money can't buy
Like being this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride!
I'm like G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my (Final Destination)
And the lair, closer to a leer / Aaliyah
Say a Prayer, hope I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here - baby, yeah!
But I don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the emblem
The partition roof, translucent and Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades - two I store!
True story, my closet is like two stories
Cut to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel back!
You feel that?
YOUNG! C'mon!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
BOSS!
Can't be stopped now
We got too much cake
They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
And the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells - thanks to crack, I crack
Crab and lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters - got cha!
Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
Got a killer's intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition
Waiting on my Suge Knight
One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta' play my part
Never will I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming from the other side
Some things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my black car
Menagin' black broads, massage for frauds
I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks
In the Killin' Field of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped!
[Chorus]
Realest shit I ever rode, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach
Can you believe that? Whooo
You gotta see it
'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
'Cause I'm in it to win, ya'll niggers can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music
[Kanye West]
Martin, Louiee the King Junior
Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya
B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone
With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on
Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol
Oh oh that it go
Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not gettin' no sex tonight
And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right
So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin
Like the weed coffin
New Crib: Lofton
Where is that? Austin
Where is that? Texas
What's in front: Benzes
What else? Lexus
Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
Boss
Cush my life controlium
Crib need custodians
Shades in all shades
B's made of rodium
Used to be the - Smoke
Hoe's call it - Low
Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo
57, 62
Tell me how you wanna move
Yeah you know I got them both
Beat your ass black and blue
I was barely gettin' pretty women
Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter
Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger
Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender
Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?
I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue
Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off
Yeah, Ross
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball
Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll
That's right, them mills do like damp clothes
I eat your meal too, we don't feel you
And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do
Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'
I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'
Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate
You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do
Sing Maybach Music
[Chorus]
Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby
Boss, I done took over the game, nigga
Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on
No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted, too nigga
Jay-Z, wuddup nigg? Yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now
Niggas want to kidnap, leave me in the trunk
Walk away with big stacks
They jealous of the fortune
Glitz and the fame, my cocaine mortgage
In the game like Tony Parker
Snow white range and my partner pocket
I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem
Homie, I put that on my only mamma
Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich
Got these broke niggas so sick
And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight
Say thanks to the D game
In that phantom on that Tupac
Ridin' through the ghetto like I'm lookin' for a new spot
Naw, but I'm well established
I fuck with heroin 'cause it sells the fastest
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
Take it out of town go and get my money right
And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
A bitch try to stick me
'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me
Naw, I only fuck with the OG's
The ones that won't turn you in to the police
On the run, I'm thru' wit nigga four keys
ID's, passports, it was so sweet
Front yard still a car show, blue gotti to gotti, I'm a rocko
I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, princess Amunda
To be loved, to be loved, oh, what a feeling for me to be loved
Haters want to murder me and I can smell a hit
So it's music to my ears every time I feel a clip
I'm a card shark up in a hard rock
Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
Take it out of town go and get my money right
And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Boss, hit a hundred grand in a day damn
Whip that white girl just like K-Fed
Got me a white girl, I fuck till her face red
Yeah, her food tastes bad, but she givin' great head
Please, let me say that, I really love her fat ass
[Incomprehensible] to the dealership, and she can, she can get that
My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects
I ride with AR, in case a nigga start shit
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
Take it out of town go and get my money right
And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Triple C, when y'all stoppin' me
Told you all niggas in '95, I was worth two million
Now it's a way and I got ten in the bank nigga
What else y'all got from Nick? I wanna see
I need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out
And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly
Like that they will prob'ly like
Tryna make some kinda moves, man
Yes, I got a Vuitton, four shades, nigga
I gotta all new look, alright, you know
Ever since I got my W2 bracket, fear me
I got plans for you niggas, man
Murder's not a problem
I'm the boss, still comin' down, 183rd, nigga
They gave you up on the 305, 47 A6, it's all the same game
Posted up in front of Papa's
And the Maybach [Incomprehensible] scenes
Triple C's like, boss, church
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush
You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
Seventeen, tryna man up
Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods
All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg
People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug
Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free
On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef
I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule
I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool
I don't owe you niggas nothin'
Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin'
Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer
Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer
Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future
Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral
Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the seven
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush
You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
And still my talent is yet to be challenged
Had new jet with my own pilot
No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled
My mom stressin' college but my crude sense of logic
Did a lude to my empty wallet
Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord
Which could mean a sentence up north
Where the homie was but back then
Doe was like a hoard it goldie love, it didn't exist
And office foley cuffs was after my wrists
Was not Beverly hills where we chilled
Imagine this, the nas 'n' rith had to get from rags to rich
I used to stand on rooftops, with two glocks
Figurin' how do I turn my timbalands to clocks
Now reptiles was left out about a watch
What is you thinkin'? Murk you
Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me
If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans
Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest Jamiacans
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush
You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
If you ballin' physics, nigga money never flow
Meanin' every day I'm livin', tryna stay on flow
Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross
Handlers managin' money, they never come across
I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved
AK47s singin' win or by sum or you fall?
I dealt with brawls and those willin' to sell their soul
Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes
Ask ma feddi grow, fuck a feet of spaghettio's
I'm club poppin' in Cali shout out to Ariel
Somebody dim the lights, triple black tuts
'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up
I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence
Get their baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits
Ma nigga got a dub an' love to do the push ups
I got a million cash tryna get the kush up
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush
You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush
You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
[Rick Ross]
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum petron come take shots with a boss
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa
[Rick Ross]
Girl I'm bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
Shorty what's on your brain, cause whatever is clever
Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
never shopping in clearance, don't make me embarrased
She never a bird, but baby my parrot
Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
My house is her home, I made her a palette
Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
Shawty brace yourself, it's only getting better
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
[Rick Ross]
See shawty laid back, so we laid up
When I fade to black, we always made up
This shit ain't made up, look what I'm made of
Look what I made brah, don't owe no favors
Have 700s, first one to get it
My car's a virgin, first one to hit it
Hit the rim shop, get 'em to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money, I'm talking slick
I hope she ride me, I'm talking stick
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
[Rick Ross]
I'm too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
Man ain't treating you right his bank account can't be in sight
Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
No need to lie, baby you need to fuck
[Robin Thicke]
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
Na na na na naaa
The meek shall inherit the earth
That's what the bible says
Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
David and Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desires
Embrace my empire, batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite
Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey
I'm gon' be the devil
Be him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever
You never was a G, nigga, Unit ain't together
New York's unified down south, love dat
When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at?
Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on
Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dog's gone
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off, there's only one to call on
I mean if I die today
I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord
I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name
You could label me the biggest title in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me
Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter
Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus
Not the one just to jump to conclusions
I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance
Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
Look like you could use us
When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it
Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up
Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
Young nigga 15 with 3 C's
From that very day I carried on the 3 C's
Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs
Better get smart, young brotha live yours
Only live once and I got 2 kids
And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs
I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
And pray over the meatloaf
I'm lookin' at the big picture
Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer
I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
The opportunity to just get a record deal
And now I sign artists
J U S T I C E League
It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this
Maybach music
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold Emblem with two M's in it
This living' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, I'm living' it
(Oh, I)
I can show you, show you better that I can tell you
I I can show you, oh, I
I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile
Try to figure out my style, baby, that will take a minute
But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid
So we back to playin' tennis
We been goin' back and forth
She the one that I adore
So I tried it in aurar
Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream
I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens
I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm A G
I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me
(Yeah)
All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs
Fresh outta flight school 'cause I'm fly right?
(Yeah)
Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air
If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares?
My money long, my nigga, my money strong
If you ain't gettin' money
Dat mean you done somethin' wrong
(Boss)
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it in
This living' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, i'm living' life
(Oh, I)
I can show you, show you, baby
That I can tell you, I I can show you, oh, I
I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles
Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes
And I never phone ahead
All she do is hear the pipes, project bitches, upscale kittens
Fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits
Maybach money, so I always had a vision
I would always tell ma niggas but ain't nobody listened
Words work magic, haters wreak havoc
There ain't nothin' on my back but the delicates of fabrics
I made a transition from the thieves
To the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen
Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring
Sean Don for my crew, bad hoes in pursuit
Masspike on a two
Gunplay, he a glue goon wit a attitude
(Holla)
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Go in tha way, two ends away
This livin' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, I'm living' life
(Oh, I)
I can show you, show you, baby
That I can tell you, I-I can show you, oh, I
I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
When I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile
Nigga you a clown, here's the number you should dial
Ye start wit 305 but we end at four pounds
Stop at [unverified]
Old pound for life is a [unverified]
All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down
Money is a must tommy guns on a bus
Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck
Wear red all the time but really I'm color blind
Wanna catch my attention, nigga
Throw up a dollar sign
One time for tha Crips, young G's buyin' cribs
And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip
The game never change, money still a focal
But it's time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total
Like Rev Run in the tub still smokin'
In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it
This living' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, I'm living' life
(Oh, I)
I can show you, show you, baby
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million
Da room has turned me on I'm masterbatin' at da top
These hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they money lookin' funny in the light
But who really cares if you just throw it in the air
Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed
Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
Dat boy get salad beef bow movement
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish
Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'
Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton
Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 time
I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time
We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey
So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit
99 to 6 kilos was the shit
But dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and Lord knows dat I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops like a pin
Walked out on da gig and I turned to da streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me
Mothafuck 'em all and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business
Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant
People lookin' from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk
Reincarnated spirit of a G
Beef'll make you dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura, paws on the port
You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and dey coil
I'm laughin' at u cuz, I kill u niggas when I'm bored
We steppin' on ya crew until you mothafukkas crush
And make da sweet love to every women dat you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent
Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain't askin' for a cent
Burn the house down, gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid muthafuka
To another chapter, paper dat I captured
Caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin' funny
Women love to stare cuz dey know dey see da money
I open up my mind about openin' bank accounts
Deposit a 100 stacks break up now take it out
Baby dats a gift, maybe u could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give
Used to run da street, young nigga bare feet
Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin' crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy
Dey callin' all my jewelers up askin' wat he spendin'
Thinkin' 'bout boss, not thinkin' bout dem
[Trina]
I fuck em once I fuck em twice I fuck em 3 times then I change your life
[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win
Im gettin face [8x]
[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang
Im gettin face [8x]
[Rick Ross]
Sellin dope countin money keeps my dick hard time to bust it wide open for a big boy
[Trina]
Big yellow thang all black boots money like mariah rihanna hair due
[Rick Ross]
Mind on the money but this bitch so fine took my eyes off the money watch this bitch the whole time
[Trina]
Mind on the money but this nigga so fly time to jump up in that benz and ride that thang the whole time
[Rick Ross]
Im gettin face [4x]
Doing 20 miles per hour cause im gettin face
[Trina]
Im gettin face [4x]
Sittin at the green light cause im gettin face
[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win
Im gettin face [8x]
[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang
Im gettin face [8x]
[Rick Ross]
I does it like a boss everytime I pull it out cause she catch it like a glove but its all over her mouth [i love ya baby]excellent face excellent pase number one nigga baby (boss) you got excellent taste nice condo im talking forty flows its only me and gucci maybe 40 hoes
Im gettin face [4x]
If I fuck em more than once baby gettin lace
She gotta car she gotta job she's a lucky girl my shinning star
[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win
Im gettin face [8x]
[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang
Im gettin face [8x]
[THE-DREAM]
All I want
[RICK ROSS]
Every time I call she just come
Cuz every time I call she get to cum
Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done
When I used to keep a roll of dem bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killaaaaa)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killa killa killa)
Or is it a dream
[RICK ROSS]
She graduated from the school of arts
Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks
Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
Sophmore year had a 1st minaj
Better dc like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she comin thru for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla fuck that
Better give dat boy a bus pass
I see no competition baby girl a must have
My letters hinted on my mustache
The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass
Good dick may a chick wanna cut class
The way I'm knockin on the door they call it trespass
She my dime not the one I wanna curse at
Lookin fine real diamonds on a cutglass
[CHORUS]
People call you blind (people call you blind)
But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
Your all thats I'm my mind (oooo yeaahhh)
All you need is me girlllllll
[HOOK]
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you [x4]
Who can hit it more faster
Im talkin authentic orgasms
Film that play it on a big plasma
Back to work juss a little bit faster
She say life is a journey
I need mine juss like my atourney
I get sued like a nigga switch shoes
Long money but he gotta a quick fuse
Ride slow but I'm in a quick car
Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture
Baby girl my money good
Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood
Time to give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition girl a must have
She shines like a diamond
Motivation for morinin
[CHORUS]
[HOOK X4]
Swade pea coat with the gucci trim
Knew it was him by the gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm tryna hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock add
Aint nothin you can tell me
I'm on them hills like I'm jonathan kelsy
Told her friends that she felt me
We mad love thru the love hate lp
You my josephene baker
May need morphene the deeper that I take her
I'm a back breaker another text bracket
Benz maybach her
Green bay packa
My life a movie so tonight thats where to jack her
[CHORUS]
[HOOK X4]
[CHORUS x2]
I be reppin my city I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city er er er'y night
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city - no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin Issey Miyake
Soon as I step in the room
Hundred thousand in jewels
Thats a whole lotta moves
So what's a soldier to do
Standin in his bloody boots
Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin in Opalocka, floppin dem candy paints
Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey
Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place
Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner
Still burnin rubber, bustin rubbers
And these bitches under cover
Tell the truth I ain't a lover
But I fuck her like I love her Boss...
[CHORUS x2]
I be reppin my city
I be grippin dem cities
I be flippin dem pennies
Turn em to good and plenty
I be strokin that pussy
I be smokin that kushie
I be flippin dem flounders
They be huntin my bounty
I'm the face of the hood
Every place in the hood
Triple C's in there
Come get a taste of my hood
I'm da captain of the corner
Khaki's and Coronas
Now we gotta show em
So lets patch em up and blow em
Now, blow the dice, shake em
Roll em, don't throw em
Hand clap, where its at
Nigga show me somethin
Out in Sixy, Opalock, overtime, city buy
You know how we get it Don
Nigga, thats how I bet a thou
Project Poe, I'm the project hoe
That means, everytime I talk, the projects spoke
And we in the same struggle
So the projects know
Gotta million dollar profit
Singin project notes
Just know...
[CHORUS x2]
(this what I'm talkin bout right here Poe...)
Wherever I'm at I'm good nigga, hood nigga
First sign of problems, eliminate
Wish a nigga would act
Like he can't have rappers slip out the boroughs
Rosero? with the word, roses hit your mirror?
Cartel representas, center of the war zone
Super cats on the coupe, cover of the whole zone
Catch me in the Source, double XL rated
Next to million dollar Nextel
Workin, ain't trippin other checks now
Super sells, so the pussy's platinum
Back to the basics
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Rep my city every night
Hundred thousand worth of ice
Tight work, boy thats life work
Crystal clear starin make your eyes hurt
Time for the new breed, Triple C
Custom cars and cycles
Psycho path for my math
Put my hand on the pipe torch
[CHORUS x2]
[Brisco:]
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my block
I be reppin my hood
I be reppin the locks
Welcome to dade county
This the bottom of the beaker
Where the beach is sexy blue
And the cocaine cheaper
High nine five nigga, let me ride
I'm in that dolphin-colored S5
Fire, look at me, I'm
Bouncin with that chick
Got the grill out my left fold
See how now I live
Call me Mr. Stephon
I gotta plush seat from Ingo P
Just know I rep my city thru Miami's E
Yea, I'm Miami's Baby....
Brisco to Opalocka, goon come save me....
[CHORUS x2]
Legendary, Runners, you know me, o ooooh, o ooooh
Trilla, o ooooh, o ooooh
Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account
My account can't count up all my money in an hour
Cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance
GOD DAMN speed got my heart racin
See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation
Ceasar salad, Caesars Palace
You not a boss little nigga cause your cheese is average
In the Benz ak ridin shotgun
It's a Benz cause your broke 'til you got one
It ain't nothing do 100 in the maybach
Throwin money out the roof motherfuckin brake pads
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin
I'm speedin, I can't stop it's all I know
From a youngin I was taught get doe
I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin
See people came lookin for me I got ghosts see the west coast
close and up in the lamontrose
Big money boss major
American idol, I got fans like fantasia
Read between the lines or yo ass like fantasia
Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him
I'm a mosh I'm weevin no no but I'm speedin
Staring at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best
and these pussy niggas running out of time Ricky Ross
I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece
Ya I a bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece
Sittin in the living room watching the Grammys
Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me
I was a D turmin I'll thirty shows a mill
Homey help me out cause this boy is a drug dealer
Nap time cause my gift grew wings
And now I'm flying down like the cool crew winds
Kells and ross on the hollywood scene
Red carpet and it's smellin like green
Now foss cause I got paid off collabo'
Was the hit hip-hop and R&B; boss
We fly I think somebody followin we hear the helipad with ya bitch
You worth fifteen million baby don't try to blow it all in one week
Overseas boss (I'm speedin I'm speedin)
I'm a fly away on you haters
And I came up so fast movies, endorsements, films...
Trilla
I hope your all enjoying yourselfs
This is the DJ Khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian aka we da best aka dade county 305 the movement
We are here forever
We survive through
Every storm any weather any road block any fuck nigga
We here forever and we ain't never gonna stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects
Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto
Rick Ross is the defination of the slums
Rick Ross is the Streets you see
Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle
I am DJ Khaled and I'm gonna stand beside Rick Ross for the of my life
through the good times through the bad times see we will never be stopped
Never cause we the muthafucking best
Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that haha
Okaaaay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
I'm talkin Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (Whaaaat)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
(Boss) Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
I left the ? in the house and I let's my bitch drive
Twenty dischange I goes to this five
No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe
Fire up the kush she hit it now this ?
Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cuz flat out she get's down
See that ass from the side that's before she sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packin a pistol
F**k kicked out, bitch I'm tearin this shit down
Yeah my chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down
Watch that dick standin up, girl it's hard to get down
Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down
Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now
Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Smokin us a teefer name of the reefer
The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya
My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothin
I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothin
My money so long his money ain't nothin
My money in front of me his money just frontin
You know the routine in movin a few things
Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em
twenty something cars, motherf**ker I'm winnin
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Sippin on that Remy outside of the club
Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club
Yeah them bitches comin with me I'm shinin like a bug
I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love
Chickens pullin on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
Tattoos ?? I debut LeBron James
Came back Mike Vick I buried ya dog brains
Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin
Got the top down and I'm feelin like Steve Austin
You know the routine still movin a few things
Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Trina:]
You Wanna Fuck Me? Handcuf Me?
You Betta Wine And Dine Me
Cop Me Tha Biggest Diamond You Can Find Me
Some Librachi Shit That'll Blind Me
G.G Hunna Tiffany Necklace
Fly Me To Paris Just Fo Breakfast
Sip Champaine Dress Tha Freshest
Hopin Out Tha Cario Lay Lexis
Material Girl Like Madonna
Ms. Trina Tha Pre Madonna
Bad Bitch With Tha Beez An Tha Power
Ice In My Neck And Itz Freeze In Ma Colla
So What You Wanna Do Tonight?
You Wanna Get Me In Tha Mood Tonight?
Lick Me Down Low Do What You Like Just Make Sure I Get My Nut Tonight.
[Rick Ross:]
Ima Man That Can Move Slow
Let Me Get It Wet First; Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha S5
Shorties Wave From Tha Corner Wen I Come Thru
Many Hoes Wana Holla But I Want Chu
You Know I Got A Spot Now At Tha Yawt House
Like A Month Ago Wanna Go Let Tha Cock Out
Not Now But We To Far To Stop Now
She Dun Crossed Her Arms Yea She Call Herself Hot Now
Cool Off With Tha Top Down
Oh Boy. Fuck Wit A Po Boy
U Need A Nigga Like Me Girl (So Real)
My Money Longer Then Tha Distance On Yo Phone Bill
I Shudnt Hear Those Words That I Caint Touch
When I Got You In Paris Like It Aint Much
First Class, Coach U Know That Aint Us
Cumin Bak To Bak Tongue Lookin Like A Paint Brush
Me And My Nigga Dem Feel Us
U Fuckin Wit Sum Dealaz
Ima Hit It Like The Real Us
Call It Real Lust
[Hook:]
Girl! Dont Make Wait Too Long [x3]
[Girl:] Why
I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On
(Grl): Riiight
I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On
[Girl:] Yeaaaa
All Day All Night Long
[Girl:] Yeaaa
Ima Stand Up So Strong
[Girl:] Yeaaaaaa
Grl Please Sing This Song!
[Chorus:]
All Tonight Baby U And Me We Can Just Go Somwhere Grl
I Been Wantin U Babey Grl U Dont Know How Hard I Am
Ill Stick This Dick So Far In U Girl
Ill Drive U Crazy
Its U An Me, Baby Take A Chance
Im Fuckin You Right Here On Tha Floor
Ill Drive U Crazzy, Girl Come Wit Me Baby Take A Chance
Ill Take U Where U Wanted Ta Go ; Ill Drive U Crazzey
[Other Person:]
Check It Out Right Imma 2 At Time Type
Head Dyke, Sistaz, Friendz,
Night Stiff When Im In Those Skins
Quit Fightin It And Jus Fight Tha Dick
Ima Skeet At Tha Peek Of Tha Heat
Put Cream On Tha Sheets, Whip Cream In Tha Sheets
Cancel Yo Husband Dance Wit A Thug
Then Afta Tha Club -Im Gettin Into Sumthin-
A Few Hundred Is Nuthin
I Run Thru Numberz
Fo All U Newcommers Aint Know
They Come And Tha Go
I Cum In They Throat
Some Of Choke But Sum Of Them Go
But The Funny Thing Is Nun Of Em Say No
And Y's That? Cuz Of High Stats
Cuz A Nigga Cant Hide Then Dipads
When I Fly Pass U Try Ta Catch!
Just A Lil Bit Of Contact
Windows Down, Get A Whiff Of That Indo Now
Request Sex; Even Tho We Jus Met
I Need A Bitch A Can Keep On Deck
Strictly Fo Neck When I Be On X
Neva Spill Drink But She Sink In Tha Lex
U Got A Thing For Rings Or Regrets
Wit Tha Card Tell Big Things Come Next Yes.
[Hook]
[Chorus]
(feat. Jazze Pha)
Woo Woo
Hey Hey
Baby Look Here We Got Florida Gators
We Got Alligators
Ya Hot Baby Ya Hot
Shake It Gurl
[Chorus: x2]
[Jazze Pha:]
Shake It Off
Let Me See Ya Expertise
Striptease For A Playa Wit Sum Extra Cheese
[Gurl:]
Break It Off
Jus Me An My Home Gurls
Send Us A Chueffer
We Can Come Over
[Verse 1:]
I Did A Show One Nite Tore Down The Whole House
Wit A Flow That Will Hold Down The Whole South
Shorty Feelin Us And They Want To Roll Out
She Got A Man So The Plan Is To Hold Out
I Was Coo Wit It Knew Whut To Do Wit It
King Size Fit Me Plus 2 In It
That Nite It Was Packed Tight
Bottles From Tables,Tables To Flashlights
All I Needed Was A Bad Dime So I Can Fall In And Out Of Love Like I Did Last Night
Come Sleep In The Street Nigga That Will Change Yo Whole Life Jus Give Me A Week Wit Her
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
U Dont Want To Talk U Jus Wanna Play
Come To My Place And Get Bent Out Of Shape
Friend In The Benz Wit The Plates Out Of State
Come Wit Yo Friends The Chauffers On The Way
Shed Yo Skin Boy It's Time To Breathe That 1 Bedroom Shit It's Time To Leave
Jus Smoke Me Like A Pound Of Weed And I'll Match The Sweet Least A Thousand Feet
Nobody Party Like We Do
We Do Thug Shit Fuck Being Gq
Livin Life In A Flashy Way Then U Livin Like Ross And Jazze Pha
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I Got To Make My Money She Like It Wit Candles And Cameras On
Bitch Ya Better Move Sumthin Cant Ya Tell I Wanna Do Sumthin
Back To The Grind Keep It Clear We Wont Stop Til We Millionaires
Fuck Around And Get A Million Errors
For All This Money That Im Reelin In
So Calm Loud Things Arms Longer Than Yao Mings
Shake It Like U Suppose To For A Yung Nigga From The Old School
[Chorus x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this {?}
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I'm out here pullin' mine
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane
[Chorus] - 3X
Chorus
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this ?
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I'm out here pullin' mine
Chorus
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
Chorus
Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane
Chorus
[Intro: Lyfe Jennings] (Rick Ross talking)
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
[Verse 1]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce
Ten years later time for me to cash out
You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit
I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on the late nights
When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white
'96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationships
I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit
Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
[Verse 2]
Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin
Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened
Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin
I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding
Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens
Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent?
Thats in the nature of being a nigga
Being beat down, then able to get up
Being let down, then able to sit up
Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it
I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya
Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya
Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers
You'll be working for the state like you they laywers
Stay loyal, your time will come...
For you to be free and shine like the sun
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
[Verse 3]
Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job
Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard
Thats the rules of the game for the underdog
Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!)
I left it in Gods hands...
Block told me once, 'Ross, this is God's plan'
I'm like 'aw, man', a man run a label like 'Amen'
Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall
See me fell, in the hell of shells
Expired, no liar, I live the tale
I look forward to working with all the real niggaz
I look forward to looking back on drug dealing
I look forward to making my momma smile once
Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts
Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth
I'm loading the guns... Who running the South?
I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door
I got my money right nigga, and I want war
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah)
It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!)
(There'll be no stopping me now)
[Woman:]
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater
Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.
[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
[Busta Rhymes speaking over Intro]
Hey yo, Rick Ross
I had the wild coke connect from niggaz from South America
My Guyanese niggaz used to hit me off, ha ha ha ha
Flipmode bitch, yeah
Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross
Now I think you niggaz know what it is
See when the Reaganomics of it was poppin' off
We used to get that inconceivable pop
Rick Ross, go 'head and talk to 'em
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggaz really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
[Hook with Busta Rhymes ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes]
I'm on this shit too, I know ya can't believe
Just call me claustrophobia I leave no room to breathe
While other niggaz done lived see I create a scene
Then I get up on my grind and I hustle to another level to another extreme
Amphetamines, weed the empire that I'm building
Even got a coke connect through Pablo Escobar's children
Heard what I said bitch, Pablo Escobar's children
They call me whenever they manufacture the coke shipment
Whenever there is a drought and we need to place an order
I holla at Manuela Escobar, Pablo's daughter
From Columbia through Bahamas, Florida Keys border
Yes, the hunger for enchilada gets hotter please call her
She gets me coke that makes bodies numb once ya fingers in it
So white, the coke got a sparkle like she got crystals in it
Look, out of town my gangsta's bubblin'
See I will flip and sell you any drug cuz I be hustlin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
[Hook]
(feat. DJ Khaled,Cool&Dre;,Fat Joe,Lil Wayne,Paul Wall)
[Cool & Dre]
This is...This is
This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy Fuckin Baby
And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince
Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)
[Paul Wall]
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass
Gettin cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin, I'm trill
That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
and he's pushing something far and it's fucked
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president
Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses
Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys
Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall
[Chorus]
[Pitbull]
It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day
I owe my future to
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Harlas and priests
These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca, Mueve la cardera, Abre la voca, Alli Viene la Madera
[Chorus]
I'm so compassionate with my compositions
Check it
Fascinated with foreign felines
Since I was knee high
This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive
Fuck my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing
In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings
Most wanted, I'm Bid Laden on a beat nigga
Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga
100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga
Black flaggin just braggin I'm a street nigga
On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us
Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters
VMA find time just to creep with her
So coincidental walkin down the street with her
My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci
In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques
She get her time livin when I let her go and shop
Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top
Niggas know that my techs explode
Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl
Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that
Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond
I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce,
Get respect because I give these hoes no choice
Chorus
Because I
Because I do it
So if you never seen a boss nigga,
Then look at me
Because I do it
And they never seen a boss nigga
But now they see
Because I do it
And I do it
I-I-I-I-I
And I do it
Yeah so now you see what it means
To be a boss cause I do it
I'm the down-south Nas
Click so fur
Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn
Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke
If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both
But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold
Better yet check the record 3 million sold
2 hand guns on the writers for the shows
On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues
I elaborate on things I only been bout
Besides, we decides whos the in crowd
If it's ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo
But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos
See the Altima it's call it terminator
The exact watch only war on terminator
I let her ride me like a elevator
Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her
Chorus
Fascinated with foreign felines
That's my design
As I recline cut em like key lime
We both came now it's right back to the tea time
I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine
She told me betterer than man broke
Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke
I touched her with the seconds hand stroke
Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo
2 seater it could'ntfit tacara
But I promise baby I'll be back tomorrow
In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley
Listen closely and hit a woman softly
Chorus
[Intro]
This is, This is, This is, This is...
Chevy Ridin' High... (Ross)
Chevy Ridin' High...
Chevy, Chevy Ridin' High
Chevy, Chevy, Chevy Ridin High'
Today...
[Hook]
Chevy Ridin' High boy, Chevy Ridin' High boy
Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy Ridin' High boy, Chevy Ridin High boy
Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music
[Rick Ross]
I'm a real thug so my rims scrub
No black and milds the blunt filled up
I got a V-12 sweeter than the female
It feels like intercourse bucklin' the seatbelt
Picture all black down to the shoes man
Brought it from a Don gave his ass two thangs
Know him as the boss I swerve two lanes
Picturing Ricky Ross me and Dre do thangs
[Dre]
Listen up nigga I got an idea
I aim this K at you and you come off the pies nigga
I ain't playing fool this ain't X-box
But I can take you to the morgue and you pick out the best box
The rover ridin'(Dre), the chevy speakin'(Dre)
Yo' hoe she vibin'(Dre), She gonna let Dre hit it
I'm from North Miami ain't no secret homey
Quit acting hoe and walking like that chick Naomi
[Hook X2]
Chevy Ridin' High boy, Chevy Ridin' High boy
Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy Ridin' High boy, Chevy Ridin' High boy
Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music
[Dre]
Me and Ross back at it ya'll ass backwards
My homey Dirtbag (yesss) he got don status
Epedemic is an army Triple C is a navy
We combine and take over this state shiiit
My partner D. Wade keep a heat jersey on em'
I just tot heat from haters that try to hurt me homey
I got monopoly chesse I work the streets hard
Try to dodge the snitches with get out of jail free cards
[Rick Ross]
I sold food like ruby and gene's
I'm telling' ya my whole crew rock rubbies and g's
Put me in power when he threw me them thangs
I came back money bags and louie in seams
Crystial rosey yeah I poe that
We connected with Khaled we back door that
You see my wrist man keep your pink wrist bands
She can't believe I'm in a chevy even though I'm rich man
[Hook x4]
Chevy Ridin' High boy, Chevy Ridin' High boy
Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy Ridin' High boy, Chevy Ridin' High boy
Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music
[Intro: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
[Hook: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
[Bridge: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm...
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
I'm a walkin' memorial
I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
So nigga just let that cause go
[Hook with ad-libs]
[Bridge]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Hey, let's go
Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars
I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest drought
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Ad-libs]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Rick Ross - Intro]
In a world of so many, baby girl, you are that one
I deserve that, I deserve you
[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
I'll do anything that you say
Anything cause you the boss
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You you you the boss, You you you the boss
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Rozay a born stunna, I could blow money
50 when I'm shopping, that ain't no money
I got my jeans saggin', money stuffed in 'em
I got 40 whips, way too much in 'em
I need me a queen, I need me a dime
Living this fast life: just show me a sign
I'm a G, Im-Im-Im-I'm a G, took her from the lame
Put her on that condo on that beach
All she needs, a-a-a-a-all she needs
Is a boss on my level who provides her every need
All I fiend is a queen in my presence
I can hold until I die a couple G's in my bezel
I'm a boss
[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
Still running the streets cause every day I'm hustling
Double MG went in and the streets is loving it
All this paper coming and my baby touching it
I pin her to the wall, you know this boy be bussin' it
Fur coats in the winter, look like a polar bear
Stunting in the snow, these haters they can go somewhere
Indoor pool, outdoor pool, indoor court, tuggin' Ray Jay moves
Seven Rolls Royces, pink slips like a boss
Champagne on her body, time to lick it off
Me and baby girl a winning combination
Ownership is my conversation
I'm a boss
[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
[Bridge]
(Talk to me)
Oh I'll watch, you play
(What you saying baby?)
And I'll do whatever you say
(Boss)
I'll watch you play
And I'll do whatever you say
[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
[Nicki Minaj - Outro]
You could take it any way you want to
Daddy I promise that I'll never disappoint you
Just watch how I make it my motherf-ckin point to
[Hook: x2]
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap n-gga it's bling bling
[Verse 1:]
I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, n-gga
Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, n-gga
Chasing my money like I'm Oprah, n-gga
From Dade County now mansions and Boca, n-gga
Now bring that drama that you spokin', n-gga
Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, n-gga
Go cash a check just like a dolphin, n-gga
Chopper city all up out your office, n-gga
Study your plays in my office, n-gga
A pound of haze'll make a gangsta off a n-gga
You wanna live make an offer n-gga
Club LIV is your coffin n-gga
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm whippin' cake up like I'm Jacob, n-gga
Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, n-gga
I had to have 'em custom make it, n-gga
You have to dumb it down before you take it, n-gga
You know we roll up like Jamaican n-ggas
No marijuana, talkin bout killin' these hatin' n-ggas
The time is now f-ck all the waiting, n-gga
I can't hold back all these Haitian n-ggas
You know they talkin home invasion, n-gga
Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, n-gga
First question, where the safe at n-gga?
All in your woman face f-ck up her makeup n-gga
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'm watching me a kilo break up, n-gga
Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, n-gga
Dead presidents all on my body, n-gga
For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body n-gga
Teflon Don, John Gotti n-gga
God forgives and I don't, my chopper hit the lotto n-gga
Keepin' it real my chopper chopped a lot of n-ggas
I pay my dues, dudes get ya done
I pay my fool, here come that murder one
I think it's time you n-ggas recognize
Work fifty million so f-ck the other side
My n-gga you know your chopper's cold
On the other hand my chopper's old
All the little head busters swingin' now
he not bigga den biggy bitch im bigger than you just a boat a mi casa like you a milli or 2 gotta kick off your shoes okay lets take a cruise heres my captain now relax, let him do waht he do, okay
who rollin spinach cuz im reallin the anchor smoke up up an acre a grass wake up in jamaica, couple nautical nas, i call my cubanos ta cop, puerto rico for women, hit barbedos ta shop, livin larger than life
call this the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up. shes walkin back and forth, shes just itchen ta fuck, then i heard her wisper, travel the seven seas, there is no better breaze
if he indulgen jelousy his ass better breathe man overboard cuz hes goin overboard, damn its over for him put that on my vocal cord. JAMAICANS........ Kill all the middle men im the millatin gilligans
speakin creo and gentle men as i cruise the caribean, o lord im a star down in saint barths the fat tommy lee i made out with like 8 broads but up in costa rica, i get the most of features, she no speakay
no englay, maybe fat joe could teach her, smokin barrels of reefer, only the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up, travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze when we started
sellin keys thats just how we thought it would be, no one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes im the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes, i still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffin my
soles, make the presentation and trust me the customer sold, im crusin in the gulf, i think your so deaf, janet was in control, because the hoe left,JAMAICANS.........
my dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a bitch fetch, tell you ta kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch breast, her head above average, my head above water, but now you could see my balace,
right off the coast of florida, im in ta fine fish with a slight lime twist, veggies on the side of course, kush appetizez , let your mercedes chill, roll wit a navy seal, this the yacht club,
wanna trust me your lady will, still spillen champaign, or is it merlow, fuck it its fine wine, my bitch a vergo, i dont do the signs unless a dollars on em, im da boss a da boat, cashmeire collar on em,
Let me think back to '96
When Booby had the realest *** feelin' like a ***
They go for 20 hours gettin' them for the 17
A lil' G, look at me, I was 17
Born on the side of town where them killas ride around
Pull up on the block, put a block on tied down
*** in his pants and he stand like, ?*** you
I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do?
36 *** got me ridin' Lexus
Chevy at the crib, hit the *** from Texas
Dade County D Boy, deals on the ***
Triple C, da mafia, they kill when I say so
Before I rolled a zone, I could court a zone
I had to feed myself, *** I was on my own
Now I push *** bigger than the President
I'm at the White House known as my residence
I'm in the White House, House
I'm in the White House, House
I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out
We in the White House, House
We in the White House, House
Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down
I'm in the White House, House
I'm in the White House, House
I got a hundred a them things *** right now
We in the White House, House
We in the White House, House
I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now
I don't f*** with p*** n***, took my s*** to Jigga Man
I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire
Money on my mind, I'm a trill *** anyway
I slap a *** now for anythin'
Motha*** the other side, *** bleed deep
That's my opinion, wanna know what the *** think?
We load up in 'em things, boy, I'm a head busta
*** the music, where your real muscle?
I'm in the White House, White House
I'm in the White House, White House
I put a hit on them ***, they gettin' wiped out
They gettin' wiped out and not one at a time
'Car full of dead black males' read the headline
I'm in the White House, House
I'm in the White House, House
I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out
We in the White House, House
We in the White House, House
Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down
I'm in the White House, House
I'm in the White House, House
I got a hundred a them things *** right now
We in the White House, House
We in the White House, House
I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now
I'm the fruit of the loom, I be flyin' in Lears
Give me fruit and I boom, supplyin' for years
I'm on top of the world, I'm gettin' money
Hundred grand in a day? Easy, I'm gettin' money
Pull up real slow, I let the haters watch
I at a steak place, they in a state of shock
You n*** goin' fishin', I gotta play the shark
You better play your part, you ain't gotta play apart
Got a *** that will tear your whole day apart
That sticker make them sit like a Saint Bernard
I'm in the White House, time to close shop
Inventory, wiped out, boy, dat with better glocks
I'm in the White House, House
I'm in the White House, House
I call the shots, I can get your a** wiped out
We in the White House, House
We in the White House, House
Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down
I'm in the White House, House
I'm in the White House, House
I got a hundred a them things *** right now
We in the White House, House
We in the White House, House
I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will flip over ya ?
We the best at best you doin failing
Straight finesse ?
That's from sunset we rippin up Cali
F**k the chips I dip nigga ?
Now I'm runnin from the ghetto bird
I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds
All I use are my ghetto words
I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms
I'ma get money I'ma flash dough
Unique whips will cash grow
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
Dead presidents are runnin my family
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin
Am I talkin for police because I puff weed
'Lotta artists some recorded as a puffy
Like a pimp I'ma skip, past the ?
Like a pimp order, pimp I import her
Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter
'Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught her
She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter
Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder
What the f**k you niggas know about loyalty
Huh cuz nigga you the fuss
Tell 'em what I said like I really give a f**k
And that big foot hoe needed the hood
Derrick Henderson still sellin his car
Smelled his ass no ross just bought another garage
Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss
But bitch niggaz get twist in the cross
I'm the best
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin
Thinkin bout my bitch Kandice
Kandice was also romantic
Club grave, yeah I had cha both
While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke
Boss I need more champagne
? piece niggaz know my chain
Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
You could get a lil' pussy nigga hold my name
Ross yeah I go a long way
Well paid, babygirl let the song play
I'm lookin for the next topmodel
Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin
Shinin you feel me
Shout out to that hole motherf**kin 3-0-5 M.I.Yayo
Maybach Music, nigga
I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, nigga
Ya niggaz, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, nigga
We showed ya niggaz love ya feel me
But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, nigga
It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga
'The f**k you think this is this Triple C, nigga
Yeah like I said, baby
I got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that
With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm talkin bout
Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O.
Shout out to Kenneth Williams - Shout out to E-Folk
Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers with eat shelf
Shout out to Larry Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Ba
Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in H-Town
Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down
Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back
It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
This the corner sto', pinnacle of ballin blow
In the strip club with 50 gram is all ya know
Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers
Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin straight cheese
Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder
Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin
Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun B
I met Escobar, my ring one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool
We both millionaires, let's make some dough moves
I'm paranoid it's too much personalia
Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure
Picture pimp, picture me pimpin the pen
With all these pretty scripters that I can pimp with my pen
Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior
So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya
Oh Lord please tell 'em my game will slay 'em
Oh Boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor
I don't give a f**k about death
'Cuz death don't give a f**k about flash
'Cuz flash don't give a f**k about mine
Touch’n you, Touch’n you,
Ross, eh! what’s the problem with these rappers?
They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?
I mean there's a time and place for everything
Been thinking bout you all day
Right now, it's about that time
Touch’n you, touch’n you, touch’n you
Look how you turn me on baby
(you like when you talk to him, I mean for saying something)
Singing is beleving, USHER, baby
Turn the lights on
[Rick Ross]
She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip
In the gallery all I get is buy me this
Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn
Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan
Mean hustle got me chasing all this fast money
Viliaci all the sneakers, now she touching cash money
So sexy in them all black and sepy heels
50 stacks in her bag so she know it’s real
Top of the Ferrari now we thugged out
Smoking on that callie bumping 2Pac
It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number
Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over!
[Usher]
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Been thinking bout you all day
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Still can’t get my mind off your body
I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Cause nobody confess to your body
Every time you let me touch
Touch’n you, touch’n you
And every time you let me
Nobody compare to your body, yeah
Touch’n you, touch’n you
[Rick Ross]
I think I wanna put a ring on it
I think I wanna tat her name on me
I had a lot of sexy women, but this is not the same for me
Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce
Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced
I love it when she speak a different language (papito!)
I touch her in so many different langus
Born stunna and my baby so stunning
Wanna, but she find them so funny
I’m getting money, living like the most wanted
She all I ever needed, now I think it's her body
[Usher]
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Been thinking bout you all day
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Still can’t get my mind off your body
I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Cause nobody confess to your body
Every time you let me touch
Touch’n you, touch’n you
And every time you let me
Nobody compare to your body, yeah
Touch’n you, touch’n you
[Rick Ross]
Pink champagne for my dame piece
In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece
In the streets you know I’m eating like a lion feast
Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things
Keys to the crib, keep it treal, time to handle bizz
Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest
Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche
Killing all haters, showing no remorse
Knocking at the door, she recognize the voice
I’m not them other boys, she know I shine the most
She modeling a lot I know she on the go
Another bottle of Siroc, baby let’s have a toast
[Usher]
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Been thinking bout you all day
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Still can’t get my mind off your body
I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Cause nobody confess to your body
Every time you let me touch
Touch’n you, touch’n you
And every time you let me
Nobody compare to your body, yeah
Wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low
Real like Scott, storch off from the coke
Maybachs were a dream, now it's all real
It's hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
Still get the chills, I call 'em the goosebumps
Ya Alex, had a vision I'm building like two trumps
Step in goosebumps, I'm the main event
Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
You see it, these niggas living off the pad
Ya, I ran 100 miles but I did it all with class
Hands all glass, wrists all glass
Real on heron how long will the crystal last
Champaign to pour celebrate the cause
Hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers
What's worst a testimony from your homie?
Tables turn quick, I told you not to fuck with Tony
You started with the dishes then it went to digits
I had to cross friendships, it's rules to the business
All the time with a sitar like Gina
Beauty salon dream got the keys in the beamer
On the way to cheetahs pointing an army
Land my spaceship with the spoilers on it
Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let 'em know how a nigga ride
44 with 45s and 64s, half a pill two dimes six folks
I need a slice of the pie, 456 as i throw the dice in the sky
Head crack nigga, bread stacks, nigga
Convertible purp, ya I let my hat back, nigga
Lamborghini's and Mazerattis for mediocres
When the lease over back to the streets soldier
Call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over
When the beefs over mike see the peach rovas
We the eats while we trying to reach each quota
No soda rolls rolla one owner
Broad yayo eighty grand one corner
Luis Vuitton right size don't want 'em
They tripping, I'm tripping in Tiffany stones
Get a mop, Peter prop, I'm living it homes
Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts
4 chains will put you down with more work
Billionaire yeah you feel me
I have your bitch lacin up my shoes homey
Rollin them L's up haha
Gettin Money
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life
Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near
Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my ?
Snitches stand clear can't no snichtes stand here
This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet every year
Take a picture canary stones so photogenic
No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go and get it
Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf
Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no
But I can't I get a rush blowin dough
I'm gettin bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough
This is the life I'm in a race to get money
This is the life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life
Not that I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant
I'm a boss player check my ?
I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland
White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline
She love ballplayers hate the dope boys
'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff ?
Yea this the Superbowl of the street shit
It's all fast food my niggaz eat quick
When I seen a million it fucked up my life
Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights
Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives
I wouldn't it change for the world
This is the life
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life
I'm camptin in the Hamptons
Chillin in a playstation
'Cuz I'm playin with them chips that you ain't makin
I ain't fakin trap ain't
California razors keep me feelin Jamaican
The block backin the blunt burnin
I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners
? sports for the ?
Fine lip servers for the Triple C
Words rhymin best
Can't spell well but I define success
I sell well so I make a toast
The fallen comrades hold the bottles up
We standin tall fam
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
One time for the n-ggas that’s huggin’ the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
Three times for the G’s including myself
Four times for the brothers that’s reachin’ the wealth
Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
Transporter I bought it myself
I bought it myself
N-ggas major, taylor two’s? the newest gators
Gangsta, I’m muthaf-ckin’ Albert Anastasia
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
Snipers on the roof’s for troops, that’s for whom it concern’s
Applaud the whore’s abroad awaiting my return
Ressurected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns
Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
Sending sack city to city, be back in a couple days
Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin’ll have all you local n-ggas starvin’
One time for the n-ggas that’s huggin’ the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth
Four times for the G’s including myself
Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin’
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
When I’m looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit it raw
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
Look into my closet then you know I love couture
Even more shoe collection too fly for the f-cking floor
Shelves, Louis V in shelves
Shoot the f-cking stylist we gon’ find this shit ourselves
Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz
Black face black ben on stitching is a beast
They say the least I am extradinaire
Transporter yeah I bought it, yeah pistols in the air
Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
Sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin’ll have all these local n-ggas starvin’
I got the thangs, I’mma tell ya once
Better have your money right, you won’t see me for months
One time for the n-ggas that’s huggin’ the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth
Four times for the G’s including myself
Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin’
Ricky Ross (The Boss..)
T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss
I don't make love, baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens
She leaked the back seat, just a freak and a Magnum
Hopped out the Magnum, hopped in the Tre'
Just to let the top back and thank God for the day (hey!)
Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight (geah)
Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs
She in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane
I'ma make it rain (rain), and I'ma make it back (back)
You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact
Workin wit the police, actin like you know me
Fresh out of jail, already in yo' ho cheeks
The boss, boss-boss-boss
Boss-boss-boss, boss-boss-boss
The boss, boss-boss-boss
Boss-boss-boss, boss-boob-boss
And shawty straight diggin me, and I ain't even rich
I know you niggaz on the sideline like, "Ain't that a bitch?"
I'm ON my job, ey - and I ain't gettin off
Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far (Ross!)
Got the biggest cars, Spanish broads, no bra
Call that other lame for the walks in the parks
I ain't come to play games, I just wanna play my part
Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dog
We straight Gs' then we came here to ball
Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all
Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin off
Baby, slow it down cause you movin too fast
Ass too fine to be movin too fast (hol' up!)
Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin sizzurp
All my niggaz love it, baby that's my wizzerd
Stack for the jeans, five {?} for the shizzerts
I don't smoke twenties, eight hundred for the izzerds
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shones that's standin by the car
Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
Eyyyy (YEAA) - uh-huh (Ha ha!) Yea-ea
Haaaah, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAA...
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
(Rick Ross) VERSE 1
smoking the best spliff in a brand new benz no id on the track let the story begin. begin...
lookin in the mirror but i dont c much
staring in the streets so i dont sleep much
watching the snakes so they dont creep up
but the way im gettin dis money niggaz kant keep up
u niggaz kant keep up
niggaz got beef but it kant be much
I'm still walking thru the crowds like i kant be touched
top back all black gretsky puck
ice skater lil later might let me fuck
damn, she might let me fuck
last night i cried tears of joy
wat did i do to deserve this
rock a rhyme on my wrist a year ago
i didnt even kno dat bitches exist
quarter milli for the muthafucka
no insurance on a muthafucka
aint life a bitch, but u gotta keep her wet
keys open doors so i gotta keep a set
everybody knows ima alot of ppl's threats
biggie smalls in the flesh livin life after my death
yesterday i read my horoscope
tell me lord will i be poor and broke
tell me lord will i be dealing dope
i wanna take my momma to the pocanoes
(ceelo) CHORUS
WHHHHYYYYYYY
(Rick Ross)
BUT ONLY LORDS KNOWS
(ceelo)
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY KANT C ME FINE
N I ASK WEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME YYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING KAN EASE MY MIND
IF U KULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD IM SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY
(Rick Ross) VERSE 2
last nite i cried tears of joy
what did i do to deserve this
young rich muthafucka still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it
GOD damn a nigga made it cremated in the church lord knows im blessed
write every lawyer so u kno im stressed
a punch in the face get u 300k
ask glad now he back makin minimum wage
another victim of my criminal ways
i wanna walk in the image of christ
but that bitch vivica nice
and im still swimming in ice
im just living my life
im just living my life
lease a lambourghini for your pussy rate
life is just a pussy race
snatch a bitch take her back to your place
next mournin i kan tell you how the pussy taste
i got expensive taste
(ceelo) CHORUS
WHHHHYYYYYYY
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY KANT C ME FINE
N I ASK WEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME YYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING KAN EASE MY MIND
IF U KULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD IM SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY
(Rick Ross) VERSE 3
last nite i cried tears of joy
what did we do to deserve this
not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real i gotta represent for M & Teel
all the dead souls in the field
lookin at my rolly its about that time
white man had a problem wit mine
n we suppose 2 b shy???(shy)(shy)
the revolution still applies
prolly still on the rise
(ceelo) CHORUS
WHHHHYYYYYYY
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY KANT C ME FINE
N I ASK WEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME YYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING KAN EASE MY MIND
IF U KULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD IM SCARRED
Uh....uh....uh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay
My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon
We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11
I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911
I been tryna fuck for months, babygirl it's now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
...We shinin' when it's pitch dark
Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
{Bring your sexy ass here baby}
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
and she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes
..Rare bottoms by the barrel
Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it's American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
so she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Rick Ross]
If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
I'm super fly, I'm super high
You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine
[Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
Women of a caliber
only seen in magazines and calendars
And I'm sitting with Miss October
cuz my birthday's in October
Strawberry and her Ross on
I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me
and later on we gonna mosy..
to a place where it's populated and get
durty
[Rick Ross]
If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
[Ne-Yo]
Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are, we are super high
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
future what it do, nigger?
bounce!
nigger on these fuck boys
was that?
twisting, whining, backing soda at the same damn time
plus i got to mention, bitch, i got the same damn time
women bought the sixty twos at the same damn time
like.. at the rolly at the same damn time!
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
still selling boys and girl at the same damn time!
selling cane, gimmie brain at the same damn time
all the women say my name at the same damn time!
..two different choppers at the same damn time
putting down different projects at the same damn time!
throw money.. it's the same damn grind
but i got two platinum at the same damn time!
women got two maseratis at the same damn time
paparazzi.. at the same damn time
it's the same damn time, it's the same damn grind
captain boy cooking time at the same damn time
on my twitter writing raps at the same damn time
getting here counting bread at the same down time.
she a.. at the same damn time
we're a squad, long for
fuck your tape, fuck your bra
middle finger up, to the mother fucking
no days on, can't play ball, sick with the like the wrong going on.
at the same damn time shape like a..
..and she makes you
and she striping, go to college
and they trick her to
but them bitches always gossip, she fears
at the same, at the same time
and your girl don't show her face when i'll be
..be nice, with the great
you're in the past on the same watch!
chorus:
i wear gucci, i wear prada at the same damn time
on the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
selling white, selling me at the same damn time
fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
on the pluto, on the mars at the same damn time
on the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time
all black, tacky jumper ..at the same damn time
daddy's bitches popping
all these hoes in the game, no room for you in here
bitch on my shades, skinies on my blades
like my hood that ever glades
bitch for ever pay, doing with no effort
now let's celebrate
hoes catching
toe touching flicks, she jumped on my and did a trick for me.
slipping on, and pimping grip for me.
you homie, homie had a
i'mma pull that ghetto now
must be at your rabbit mind, i'm talking rabbit same damn time.
i got gucci, i got louis at the same damn time
i should do naomi with the same damn
in the kitchen with the flow, you got the same damn
i need a i'mma blow it at the same damn time
at the same damn time, get a
and she got a boyfriend, but she say it's sucker
at the same time pull it like james
and tomorrow all these niggers can't count
got bitches on my list, they're rolling on
chorus:
i wear gucci, i wear prada at the same damn time
on the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
selling white, selling me at the same damn time
fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
on the pluto, on the mars at the same damn time
on the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time
I'm a boss
I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars
I been worth a million dollars
I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin women holla (holla)
Makin women holla (holla)
I just left my momma house and it made me feel good
I just paid my momma bills, you would if you could
You see I'm from the ghetto where you gotta go to prison
Cause niggaz in the ghetto always end up in the system
But I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (dollars)
I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (dollars)
Convertible Impala, wouldn't drive what I'm ownin
Plus I'm ballin like them brothers smokin on that California
Hit the freeway! I'm the new nigga not my brother nigga
Got our lives in it stalkin the whip one of the toughest
Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
and my mind active, I'm in a lime green Lamb'
Yeah them hoes wanna ride with us
I love to drive on them two wheels, yo they love us
Got 'bout 20 stacks up in my jeans
Hit the interstate, we gettin sucked in between, you see
You gotta understand the feeling baby
It's like comin to the crap game, clearin 'em out
Nigga done came up, feel me?
Now I'm a billionaire, big boss
Let's say I'm comin down on some shit that I
I paid four hundred thousand for
I paid that with a smile!
I'm comin down, mines be all I drive
It's all the way live
Boss about, boss, and I love to floss
It ain't even that deep
You gotta follow close
When I saw that PF Changs we can do some thangs
I'm a real nigga though
Ha! We the Best, so fresh
I'm higher than a muh'fucka man
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
I'ma slide by sippin on that high life
and my slippers jack triple where my five light
as a all-star I made so many highlights
touchdown field goal this my night
she the wild type ready for the wild night
are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type
I hope you are 'cause that mean a player all right
smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain
back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin'
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
I stay high while ya'll stay low
tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know
but I stay red form all that smoke
the weeds with me everywhere I go
and ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya'll can roll,
[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray
dickin her down for the few past days
she asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?
shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
fuckin like its a porn in my recliner
lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina
shes a lair but damn she does it well
we on fire imagine what it'll sell
all my homies are people that I admire
small click of real niggas smokin that fire
holdin' my dick until the day that I expire
we and Wiz in the benz gettin' higher
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs
from gravel to marble I travel light years
I'm like chyea I'ma chill right chea
like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear
skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
waitin' for the day Bob rose from the dead
in HD as I take an ounce to the head
Ross
(push it to the limit)
Port of miami (uhhh)
Importing the candy (uhhh)
Aint got nothign to lose (nah)
I'm just supporting my family
(push it to the limit)
Never traffic for fun (fun)
Only traffic for funds (funds)
All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)
Its like im trapped in this slum
(push it to the limit)
Niggas were badly paid
No water we barely bathed
Better be better days on the way
Thats on my daddy grave
(push it to the limit)
Im pushing the hard (hard)
Im pushing the soft (south)
If he pushin the white (lie)
He pushin for ross (ross)
I waited and waited (waited)
I dun ran outta patience (patience)
They hated and hated
Left em slow dancing with satin
(push it to the limit)
Fresh in my white tee
Mac eleven sware to god
I bought my first block
Broke it down and tore the block apart
(push it to the limit)
I push and i push (push)
I ride and i ride (ride)
Tryna survive on 95
(push it to the limit)
Put it all on the line (line)
At the drop of a dime (dime)
I be pushin them whips (whips)
Yes, three at a time
(push it to the limit)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
I gotta (push it to the limit)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
I gotta (push it to the limit)
I handle dope like a vandle off the banana boat
Bananas and the rifles
No cameras im just a man alone
(push it to the limit)
I paid dues my moves done made news
Im smooth my suede shoes
They new like ray-cial's
(push it to the limit)
Nobody used to speak (speak)
Now everybody wave (wave)
You dunk your mamma house (house)
You set your sister straight (straight)
(push it to the limit)
Im building a dream (dream)
With elevators in it
Tell who made the linen
No gators got on my hater vision
(push it to the limit)
I see ya, i see ya suckas (suckas)
I see ya clear (clear)
I know you see me in that phantom
Whiter then vaneers
(push it to the limit)
Allergic to broke (broke)
Determined to blow (blow)
On the boat we hit the work n detergent and soap (uhhh)
(push it to the limit)
We ship em from haiti
They be whipping em daily
Let it dry let it dry time to whip a mercedes
(push it to the limit)
Im changin my range (ross)
Here to rain you parade (parade)
You gotta push it to the limit
If you wanna be paid
We started minute
The money matured
My money secured
I got moneys in europe
(push it to the limit)
My bundles be pure
Cost like a hundred a pour
The world is yours
Hundred million and more
(push it to the limit)
Now i run the streets (ross)
They all mine (ross)
Twleve years over due
Call it due time
(push it to the limit)
I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier (uhhh)
You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder
(push it to the limit)
Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Opra (uhhh)
Or that boy Rick Ross will be moldin the culture
(push it to the limit)
I push and i push (push)
We breakin the mold (mold)
We push and we push (push)
Get Money! Get Money!
Girl I think you're special
Strictly presidential
You know the crib on the water now
The Maybach stay watered down
Project niggas giving orders now
The gold presidential just to sport around
I'm from the era of fitted caps and rental cars
Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads
Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling
Happy Hanukkah nigga, it's a wonderful feeling
Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me gap
Lyor like how I move, want her right in my lap
I made a few mils, ain't mentioning Meek
Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released
Bitches, they keep coming
Bilie Jean thumping
I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning
I ain't missing nothing, got her sipping something
I could ship her something, you know that December coming
Cause that green is all you need
When you're a star baby, a star babe
We all dream of royalty
But that's who we are baby
All I ever need is girls and green
They see me leaning in some new shit
Now it's gold presidentials for the cruise ship
Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship
I'm a boss have you ass on a news clip
She a dime but she gotta be a cool bitch
Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch
Needed some cash so she asked me could she move shit
Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish
I was skipping them classes, but I got me a master
I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest
Fishscale made me major profit margins
I'm a profit stuffing my pockets, you niggas starving
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm with this pretty bitch
80 grand, rubber band for some silly shit
She on that Alexander Wang
Gold presidential Venus when I change the game
Cause that green is all you need
When you're a star baby, a star babe
We all dream of royalty
But that's who we are baby
All I ever need is girls and green
She wanna roll with a winner now
So I let her roll with the windows down
My nigga's up the road come and get it now
60-40 know we split it up the middle now
Shawty's said the word, I was talking that talk
Maybe link up in New York, that's awesome as fuck
I never been in love until I heard a beat
She never met a G until she heard of me
3rd floor projects, feel my point of view
Everything is number 2, that's when it come to you
Isabel Marant sneakers 'til the summer through
Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do
Baby girl got that wet wet
I repeat: wet wet
I'm the boss and I'm on that
White T, gold Rolex
Cause that green is all you need
When you're a star baby, a star babe
We all dream of royalty
But that's who we are baby
All I ever need is girls and green
Her shoe game remarkable
I feel solely responsible
"Psalm 27, Lord is my light and my salvation"
Whom I shall fear? 'Cuz I have sinned
The Lord is the strength of my life
Whom shall I be afraid?
And before I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami'
There's a lot of my brothers and sisters
They stumble and fell
That wasn't here to watch this come to pass
Since I can't do shit else, I'ma say a prayer
This was 12 years in the makin', no side deals wit Satan
I'm dealin' wit the Maker, straight up
A lot of homies ask, what's a prayer?
A prayer is what kept me focused 12 years
A prayer is what saved me, I should have been indited
Now my kids know Jay-Z
A prayer is what kept me here when them bullets cut the air
I fell and I just said a prayer
A prayer is like medicine
It will heal wounds, ask Bush Veterans
Big holes in a nigga's side
Snub nose, 45, homeboy, just close your eyes
Put your hands together, bow your head
1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
So I repent my sins, forgive me
1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet
3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
I swear to God, I've done some things in the past
If I could, please Lord, I'll help you bring 'em back
I feel pain, man 'cuz I can't speak on it
That's why I get so many songs, I can't sleep homie
Tattoos for forgiveness
I might not get it but forgive me
I'm here and I'm fightin' like a motherfucker
Triple C excited like a motherfucker
Say a prayer, put the weed in the air
Thank God once again for makin' me a millionaire
I thank God for makin' me a millionaire
Put your hands together, bow your head
1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
So I repent my sins, forgive me
1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet
3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
I used to get stacks off the hoe zone
Now I'm back to back covers for the ozone
[Incomprehensible] the magazine, Billboard goin' strong
Rollin' in a Phantom wit mother mother Rolling Stones
You stuck wit me through thick and thin
Sittin' back, got your mama sittin' in a Benz
Make you damn near wanna cry
Low '95, stack money like homicide
Bloodshed after midnight
It's just me and this weed tryin' to get right
It's bloodshed after midnight
It's just Ross and his kush tryin' to get right
Put your hands together, bow your head
1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
So I repent my sins, forgive me
1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet
3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
Come on let's pray
Dear Lord
Please forgive us for all the sins we have brought upon us
And look down upon us with forgiveness for all the sins we will have in the
Future
I know you understand that brothers ain't perfect
But we try, Lord
We try to keep our heads up in bad times
This is a bad time
Show us the way
And if You can't show us the way
[Intro]
I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's over, huh
Pray for me
[Verse 1]
Hallucination of money, why niggas stomach just rumble
Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
Nigga livin' in rubble with denim label the rebel
Any nigga want rumble somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my buffalo bill
Steppin' off? went the black duffle bag fill
Got a cute bitch with me, ? come on, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga workin' for mil
I multiply when I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real niggas?, and watch you fuck niggas drive
Witness bitch niggas?, just got twenty-five
At this point in my life, I'm just tryin' to survive
Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
Makaveli returns, it's God forgives, and I don't
Resurrection of the real, time to get the? in the trunk
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, 19, four, five, bricks
Prayin' on you niggas, sin is full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustles relate
[Bridge]
Tryin' to keep my head above water, nigga
We pirates out here, nigga, just tryin' to stay afloat
I ride for my niggas
[Verse 2]
[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart
Now I'm just ready to go right before the party start
Girl I'm not gon' break your party heart
Girl I'm just letting you know because we bout to party hard
I hope you ready to go
[Verse 1: Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I'm on the tree, she on (?) and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon' be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it's a party all around us
[Hook]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I'm still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I'm travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it's far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they 'bout it but I'm 'bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of (?)
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it's really dough
I'm on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don't wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention
[Diddy]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
[Rozay]
Hello good morning tell me what the lick read, my cup full blowin on that good weed, my bitch bad tryna get her tipsy, in all black haters better miss me, my bitch ride better then most rappers, here's a Rose' toast to those rappers, I don't smoke no tobaccos but I smoke the most rappers, I got big tips for the waitress, bitch I got very little patience all the bitches different by the car load, you may wanna get a different auto, deep down ya main chick even wanna cum, everybody know my name I'm number 1 I'm number 1
[Chorus]
I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop [x2]
[Diddy]
I'm the first one to cut a new Phantom in half, first white two seater down fifth ave, first one to write a check in the earthquake, same muthafucka that'll make the earth shake, blowin money only way to make the earth spin, ya girlfriend caught up in my whirlwind, use to move white girl out in Maryland now my girlfriend blonde like Marilyn, we number we gettin mad more paper, aint nothin like bad boy paper we aint never gone stop
[Chorus]
Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they understand why I'm runnin this shit
[Rozay]
I'm a gang member, my gang called Bugatti boys ask ya main broad, the streets cold my wrist numb I do it big ask my income, the bigger I get the more you deflate, my niggas deal dope at a rebate, spit flows like its free base all the flows I can erase, I think I made neat goggles all my bottles sparkle I'm the only one she obey cus its only one Rozay
[Chorus]
Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit
[Trey]
You can say I'm on some new shit I be number 1 and you niggas can get the dueces, Maybach music play it in the coupes, Rick Rozay and Trey so stupid tryna find ya girl but I prolly made her lose it, body so tight and I know she get the lose-est, Virginia to the whole world you can get my old girl, catch me in Miami bout 4 girls tow girl I'm hot holla at me when the summer done never been where I'm coming from number 1
[Chorus]
Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they under
[Verse 1: Diddy]
You niggas paranoid, I party getting money
I know I'm the shit, my janitor be getting money
I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view
Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
Pray for me damn, I grind every day for it
If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
I got money, baby I could order eight more
F-ck the Forbes list, let's tell the truth, I ate more
I got a billion, baby, time to get me eight more
Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor
[Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil'
(It's time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b! tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)
Five mil' cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it's not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)
[Verse 2: Diddy]
These haters speculate
They always watching mine
She know what time it is
Just like my watch line
My clothes line
The cologne, b! tch
I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, b! tch
I'm strong, b! tch
I own shit
Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
I'm the money man
Money never financed
Come get this money, baby
With your fine ass
If your nigga broke, it's time to get another one
If your b! tch is tripping, time to get another one
I'm Puff Daddy, b! tch, there'll never be another one
Bugatti Boys forever one
[Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil'
(It's time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b! tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)
Five mil' cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it's not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm feeling the money
I'm loving the paper
Nigga hating the hood
Took his ho to Jamaica
If I let down the top
Let the breeze in my beard
V.I.P. is the spot
They playing musical chairs
My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
Got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body in
One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
Jewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
Feeling myself, b! tch, you do the same
F-ck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
My b! tch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap
[Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil'
(It's time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b! tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)
Five mil' cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it's not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
This for the trill bitches
Fuck a nigga, money make me cum
Boss you better tell 'em
I needs a real bitch 365
Let her count the cheese let her see the pies
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
All the death threats 'cuz I owe niggas
She told me get rest those are hoe niggas
That's a real bitch she had to show niggas
'Cuz I was blind to the fact she was a hoe, nigga
I'm countin dough, nigga she a double count
Something come up short she'll point it out
Niggas try to holla she'll will point it out
She will catch a flight she will run a route
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)
She a real bitch so she gotta stunt
She get her weave done at least five times a month
She don't call em purses, bitch call 'em bags
I don't know the names I know they cost some stacks
She deserve this she serves her purpose
She saves her juice box till it look perfect
Fuck the ? fuck with a astronaut
I'm in the gulfstreams nuts in my ?
I needs a real bitch, I needs a real bitch
Ass like Trina and the brains is the business
I needs a real bitch she get ya what ya need
She get ya what ya want she'll even roll ya weed
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)
I needs a real bitch 365
Let her count the cheese can't believe her eyes
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
Cop the big range let her move in it
The condo round the corner with all the tools in it
Take her two minutes she'll be there and back
So when you see that pretty face you better lay ya flat
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters
They standin' in line, they all suffer from vapors
I got me a ghost, I took off the tint
Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown ass man
I'm buying real estate and I'm buildin' my plans
Can't name a realer place, goin' gram for gram
And all the killas hate, know who the fuck I am
Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams
My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games
I'm talking trigga plate never safe for lames
Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case
My lawyers goin hard, a nigga versus the state
Just bought another car, had to drop that top
For 200 dollars, she'll suck that cock
Cause when you seen with me I'mma up that stock
I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks
And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot
As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got
Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most
Greenhouse on the couch, nigga see ? toast
Niggas makin' the threats, you could put 'em on Twitter
But out of respect I handle mine like a killer
I'm runnin' the city like a pair of new J's
Maybe the ? in the luggage, I got these hoes in a daze
Pan America raised, sippin Cir'c lemonade
Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt
In the back of the ghost, I can't hear no whispers
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