Featuring: Rick Ross, Maybach Music GroupLook
[Meek Millz:]
Look I be ridin' threw my old hood,
But I'm in my new whip.
Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit.
They say they gon' rob me, see me neva do shit.
Cause they know that's the reason that's gone end up on a news clip.
Audemar on my wrist... BUSTDOWN!
We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown.
Memba meek dead broke?
Look at me up now.
I run my city fron south philly back to uptown.
Thank god all these bottles I popped,
All this paper I been gettin',
All these models I popped.
I done sold 100, 000 dollas before my album got drop'd.
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit now look at me, look at me.
I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay.
Shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like "no way! "
Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way.
And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell YAAAAY!
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
I call the shots.
I'm with the murder team,
Call the cops.
We in the building,
Ya'll are not.
You short on the paper, you gone ball or not?...
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I play the shots
I call the cops
We in the bitch',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I play the shots
I call the cops
[Ricky Rozay:]
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye.
Shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride.
No love, cry when only babies die.
And when I go that casket, better cost a hundred thou.
I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes.
Snatch his soul up out his shirt, let's take him for that ride.
O.g. is one who standin' on his own feet.
A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat.
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet.
I'm a spazz on yo' ass like I'm on E!
Or a double stack, better nigga, double that.
Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back.
Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters,
Better run that dope back.
BOSS!
And I put that on my maybach.
Fo' hundred thou, bitch you wish you saved that...
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I play the shots
I call the cops
We in the bitch',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I play the shots
I call the cops
[Meek Mill:]
Couple cars I don't neva drive,
Bikes I don't neva ride,
Crib I ain't neva been,
Pool I don't neva swim,
Fool you ain't better than, I move like the president.
Err'thang black on black, you know I be strappin' that.
Ratt'n ass niggas walkin' round wearin' wires.
Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire.
Bitch I'm a king, call me sire.
If you say I "don't run my city",
You a mu'fuckin' liar...
I'm a BOSS!
You a fraud.
You cross the line, I get you murdered full cost.
Out in Vegas, I twist them laws.
At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor.
Scared money don't make no money,
If I eva go broke,
I'm a take yo' money,
I ain't neva dropped a dime,
You ain't take nun from me,
In the hood err'day,
Bitch I'm good, what I say?...
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
[x2]
I play the shots
I call the cops
We in the bitch',
It's goin' down.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a BOSS!
[x6]
I play the shots
Beat billionaire
[Rick Ross]
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this
(M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music)
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh! )
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh! )
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
Foamposites (Wale! ), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Wale
[Wale - Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde
11 know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's some nigga from 10.deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't e'en tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
The Rolls-Royce (Huh! ), it's all white (Huh! )
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Meek Mill
[Meek Mill]
I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
The Rolls-Royce (Huh! ), it's all white (Huh! )
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
[J. Cole]
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo! )
The Rolls-Royce (Huh! ), it's all white (Huh! )
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
The guys from Maybach Music Group just released another track off the "Self Made" album set to hit the stores on May 23rd 2011, even if every member is still taking care of their solo career, Wale and his label colleagues still find the time to record for Maybach Music Group.
This time Wale is taking the lead and shaking the music scene, and along with him so do Pill, Rick Ross and Meek Mill.
Below you can view the lyrics to By Any Means, produced by Lil Lody and featured on Maybach Music Group's upcoming album "Self Made".
Wale- By Any Means Lyrics Feat. Meek Mill, Pill & Rick Ross
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[Meek Mill]
No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot
We chargin' you niggas up you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to Allah
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same b-tch, my whole team poppin'
My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4
F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough
Bad b-tches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
This 62 so comfortable
I'm a field n-gga, you a house n-gga
I'm a real n-gga and you's a mouse n-gga
Code red, which means you go red
But I don't knock you I just blame it on your head
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches aint got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jumah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest top
She said these n-ggas out here prayin' she makes salah, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcom Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my deen, Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run but you can't hide
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
[Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives
Teaching to Shabazz that's Malik on behind the grass
corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask'
Aint better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
N-ggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed
It's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, F-ck your chains and your master n-gga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
[Rick Ross]
Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'
Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back
[Meek Mill]
huh, Tupac back, I'm 2 glocks strapped
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked
It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming who got crack
I'm sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthaf-cking enemies
Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music)
10 bitches and they dime so it's Tennessee
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze
Presidential is gold, n-gga play with my money my Jeweller lifting his soul
40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin' the goal
Bitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
Got a ? my cologne, all them snitches could hold em
Look at them muthaf-ckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen
They screamin'?
[Hook]
[Meek Mill]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
Catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon' carry his head
F-ck 911, tell em have him in?
Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair
Let it burn, I'm screaming free my n-gga Earl?
He's due in, no hestitation we can't even get a turn
And my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned
Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm
I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG
Try to send me upstate with the license ?
Had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed
Got a n-gga on point like there'sa price on my head
I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back
In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill spittin' facts
PLus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming
Featuring: Rick Ross, Jeremih
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I apologize I don't recollect your name
(Oooh, baby I don't know your name)
But lemme tell you that them heels really compliment your frame
(look at your body baby)
Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then I gotta catch my plane
Say ya miss me and ya wishing for some private time
Girl how could we get that way?
[Wale - Verse 1]
Look, another day another dollar
She hate me when I leave cuz when I leave I never call her
That's life shit, alright, shit, I could call you right quick
But if I call you gone be like "Boo why we haven't skyped yet?"
And I skype, bet you say "Lay where my flight at"
If I decline then you inquire on where I spend my nights at
Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic
But a woman worth some anger is certainly worth some effort
Just look closer my life is quite deceptive
Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention
I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression
And when im back from off that road dont ask me no questions
Please.. fear watchu dont know
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I apologize I dont recollect your name
But lemme tell you that them heels really compliment your frame
Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then I gotta catch my plane
Say ya miss me and ya wishing for some private time
Girl how could we get that way?
[Wale - Verse 2]
Dont remember how I met her but I know I won't forget her
If loving her is wrong then I just know I won't see heaven
She say she from Seattle, she twenty and some change
Before I get to T.I.A. I'm sure to make her rain
Then im back up on my plane Chi town over here
We spend some time and get some wine have some miles from ?
I told her this here's overrated but I love your city baby
Gotta get back to the D you know we finally famous
Driver drop me off in dallas I'm headed to some money
TSA be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage
I know Ima always leave em but I swear I'll always love em
Tell her you'll probably find someone but you'll never find another
[Jeremih - Chorus]
I apologize I dont recollect your name
But lemme tell you that them heels really compliment your frame
Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then I gotta catch my plane
Say ya miss me and ya wishing for some private time
Girl how could we get that way?
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Got on my suede shoes, I'm in a great mood
That baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta St. Louis
Know she shining bright, got on my cartier, she my billie jean we minaj with mary jane
See we city hop, Vegas to LA, brings alotta joy Buggati boy thats Laina Lane
Our faucets used to drip, I used to ride the bench, but it was written in cursive for this king to exist
Packed her bags now she live amongst entrepreneurs
Marc Jacob the makeup Gi-Givenchy consumer Gianni Versace connoisseur a carnivore
Accountable for half a million uncounted for
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I apologize I dont recollect your name
But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame
Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then I gotta catch my plane
[Intro: Talking - Rick Ross]
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'm a handle mine
[Verse 1: Wale]
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
Cause Rozay been talkin white he think he Uncle Ruckus
I laugh at Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick
Bitch I think I'm Teen Wolf
A dog nigga, ballin' bitch
Fly as Ricky steam boat
Me and my Moschino
I don't wear no 501's
1000 dollar jeans flow
It's funny I'm gucci man all the slates gone
I'm winning cause Ricky made my mistakes known
It's funny that since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than state farm
Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke
Weed I can't pronounce man
This shit would leave Rosetta stoned
This man can single handedly save the culture
You got no spark you need some lighter man you sammy sosa
So get it right ok you ballin and I'm with the owners
You know my drive is retarded like I'm riding doughnuts
Picture me rollin'
Young, handsome and focused
Got that vision of pac
And though my branding is Oprah
Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook
Michael Jordan performance nigga I dream to be all of it
Yea, I'm just a poet with some hangtime
I don't really shakespeare
I just shake dice
Miami nights, made a couple grand
Private plane TSA can kiss my ass
Lord forgive me I'm trying know I ain't living right
But this card I'm trickin' with got no limit right
In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right
They on my ass like a center make them take a hike
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
It's MMG baby
The dream team
I made it myself
Guess I'm self made
Fire starter put me anywhere I just blaze
Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that I catch AIDS
Motivated just from being broke
Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope
If Sam Rosen never rolled and Malcom never spoke
They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope
Instead the lock me in the cell just for sellin dope
When people used to ask if I was signed I would tell them no
Cause I was never hesitant to represent
Devil knocking at the door screaming let me in
Tell the owner hit the locks when we stepping in
Charlie Sheen on them haters, they don't wanna let me win
Nah, niggas they don't wanna let me win
But I'm a build it ground up, once again
I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion
Send these niggas back to when they came, deportion
Make'm forefeit and I'm porshin 600 horses
911, somebody call'em
Kemba Walker crossem over, somebody fallin
Jump back, I hit the shot, somebody ballin
I'm at the dealer and I hear that Maserati callin
Black and white diamonds looking like my neck be vollyballin
And this presi lookin like somebody pottied on it
I don't gotta join illuminati just to get a new Bugatti
I'm just ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body
[Talking: Rick Ross]
Born to win
Look around
From the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made
Count that up
[Verse 3: Pill]
Self made self paid man
P-I double L in the building
8 in the morning when that street clock bust
Kitchen overload
Door knob turns
The aisle burn baking soda pourin'
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Profit margings increase
Agent to beat with my gun out
Out witted, out foxed you over matched
House hidden, drop tops the sofas match
This is fine dine take out
First date make out
Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout
As I enter the steak house pockets on humongo
Philosphical drama and wildin known as the congo
Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire
Mary water, marajuana that stick to get higher
We blow stress through the vessel, the Marriott
We self made, carry on while we carry out
[Rick Ross:]
If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dolla
As long as I have my heart I can get it all over
Dream team
We the 93 chicago bulls baby
Featuring: Curren$y, Cyhi Da Prince
Cyhi Da Prince:
My Music Make The Crowd Move
I'm In The Car Rolling Cow Food
But I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me, I Ain't Never Been A Slipper That's A House Shoe
Got My Education Without School
Quiet As A Mouse Move
But I Keep A Loud Tool
Play Games You'll Be Shitting In A Pouch Fool
Got Stock Like DOW Do
New Hardtop
Off The Car Lot
Hit The Gas Tires Smoke Like Cigar Shops
Make Ya Jaw Drop
Bought It Off The Narc Cops
Tax On The Work We Got Them H&R; Blocks
Alumni Yeah I'm From The School Of Hard Knocks
Looking Out For The 12 Roger Staubach
No Cafe But We Had Them Hard Rocks
For The Bread They'll Throw You Off Of Dark Docks
So Before Ya Heart Stop
Or The Narcs Knock
I Gotta Give It To You Straight Like A Bar Shot
Cuz The Streets Don't Play Fair
(Huh) Niggas Mad Cuz You Got More Rides Than The State Fair
Terrified I Can't Lie Boy I Stay Scared
So I Keep A Lotta Toys Like A Day Care
Hold The Shotty Like A Bass Player
I Ain't A Killer I'm Just Trying To Stay Safe Player
Curren$y (Hook):
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High
Pill:
It's A Mystery Break Out Ya Magnifying Glasses
Wit Ya Hat And Fine Jackets
Macs & Iron Ratchets
Asinine Bastards Big As Packs Of Line Backers
Pussy Fat Wit Fine Asses In The Back Wit Lines Asking
Who Dat On That New Track Wit That Rap Reclined Backwards
I Knew That It Was You But Matta Fact Don't Mind Asking
Cooling On Em
Moving On Em
My Shooters On Em
Show This Flow Off Like A Trophy And A New Diploma
Graduation
Crackers Say That I Wasn't Gon Make It
Pack Of Paper
Pen And Pad And Now Calculate It
Malcom Made It
Cinematic And Black Related
Addicts And Crack And Bases
My Status Is Cracking Faces
Embarrassing Cracking Vases
At The Dinner Party
I Took No Slow Classes Baby But Yes I Been Retarded
You See My Folks Acting Crazy Like It's In Kindergarten
I'm Bringing Heat Like Old Ladies When They Is Menopausing
Curren$y (Hook):
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High
Wale:
Yeah
Been At The Lowest Of My Lows
That's Why I Get High Hoping No One Ever Know
To Open Up My Mind I Can Show You What I Wrote
Or Rather Show You How To Boat
And Hope That You Can Live Or Float
Independently Self Made
And Well Paid
Three Whips One Chain No Welt Pain
When You Treeing Over Niggas They Gon Yell Shade
They Outta Patience Where I Live Cuz They Sell Weight
Avoided The Temptation Of Crack Slinging
But Lincoln Park Had It Looking Like Back In The 80s
Now Partners Getting Broads And The Hottest Whips
And I Was Sweating Hours Trying To Get The Illest Scholarship
Ain't Have A Pot To Piss
I Wasn't Born Rich
When I Be Writing I'm As Hungry As A Model Bitch
She Got The Fattest Ass They Got The Hottest Look
Leaving Wit 8 Bitches I Need Some Octopuss
See How Wale Go J4 CS
My Lake Shore Whore Never Be On The B.S.
Bullshit Chi Town
Riding Around
Top Down
Hanging With The Squares Will Be The Reason Niggas Not Around
What It Do
Penny Phones All Blue
Or You Could Prolly Use A Nigga Drive Welcome To My Car Pool
Yellow Lam G Shit
She Double O-D Shit
Five Time Foul Niggas Need To Stop Reaching
Curren$y (Hook):
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High
Curren$y:
High As Fuck With My Down Ass
Bitch Roll To The Porsche From The Bus Pass
But Got Lost When Me And The Cash Crossed Paths
Indo Smoke Out My Nose No Mustache
Bitches I Want But That Money Is A Must Have
Fuck Is You Drunk?
Pay That Up Front
Like The Ferrari Trunk
Be Careful You Won't
Have To Be Sorry Hon
Stay Close To The G's And You Might Learn Sum'n
Might Earn Sum'n
Chop It Up Like Mobsters On The Rooftop Let You Burn Sum'n
Stop Talking So Much
Soak It Up Next Time You Have Sum'n To Say
Boss The Fuck Up
Butcher Knives Done Died Trying To Be As Sharp As Us
Talking Bout You On Yo Way
See Them Niggas Downstairs 'Fore You Talk To Us
By Appointments No Walk Ups
Curren$y (Hook):
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
[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 it's 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 niggas
Standing flat footed, I'm on my toes
Froze, pandemonium overdose
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
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 niggas 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, it's only one Rozay
My nigga OKAY
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
Million in the trunk
Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number 1 niggas your bitch notice it
[Meek Mill]
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 muthafucking midget
Money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?"
It's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "goin get it"
Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it
I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it
Three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it
Four for my niggas that be stacking 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 Nickelodeon
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We's part the reason that them Churches got some services
The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
Nigga called my phone talking reckless I ain't heard of it
Fuck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
And be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
Wanna fuck em all
Had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law
Monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking raw
She gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off
I'm way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speak
Word to the 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]
[Wale]
Whole time, see that fly shit I've been on
All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
That's game bitch ain't shit
Nudies? and some J six
Where I'm from it's cold
And niggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you
They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down
So all that shit you niggas kicking with worried about
Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
Flyest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad
Bitch I got a right to brag
Bitch I got a right to boast
Presidential suite and bitch
And I never use my right to vote
My vision enormous, my 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, nigga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch
What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself
I can see your album coming
That shits like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so vicious
Y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen
Always on some new shit CNN
Shittin on these niggas like I need a pen
Maybach Music
There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
And I'm still whipping up a kilo
There he go that's John Doe
On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost
Pacman - Over one hundred sold
Pacman - just ordered one hundred more
Pacman - you can fry it in a pan
Pacman - in no time you will be buying land
Pacman - do it for your mom and them
Pacman - until I get one hundred in
[Pill:]
It's "P" "I" Double "L"
Professional Shit Kicka
Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa
Highs flyin out
Them zips they grew wings
Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings
Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking
Ground basing jumping over cars they blake griffin
Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight Lifting
See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting
That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip
I can show you how crack flip
While I'm loading that Mac clip
Catch em loading that mack truck
I'll unload til his back drip
All I know is I'm stacked up
And when I'm back them packs in
[Rick Ross:]
One Hundred in
I'm on my Gucci shit
Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich
Mazaradi boy I got two of them
Same color boy I just got two of them
10 Chains see I'm one nigmae nigga
I'm a whip it just to spend it nigga
Blew a mill ticket
One night at King Of Diamonds
Me and Puff Daddy
Bitch I'm the king of Diamonds
Small Change that's what we call that
A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat
I'm on the mound, I got a pound
My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down
[Pill:]
This that namco yay
Pacman what we selling
Got these J's chasing rocks
Like they chasing power pellets
Met this ladie named Eselis
Say she nag for some terrace
But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling
Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly
And these niggas dancing in these mask don't want stage credit
Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card
We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready
OKAY Then
And quit flexing like the soda sack
Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac
My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks
Featuring: French Montana, Maybach Music Group
big bank take little bank,
drop a ? in the fish tank
got the sharks on lean
fish scale for my whole team
big bank take little bank
drop a ? in the fish tank
got the sharks on lean
fish scale for my whole team
watch that ? gonna pull up
watch the ? pogo ?
cake my birthday blow them candles baby please don't blow my ?
it's a band aid on your forehead i got people on my ?
? on my pockets said release me to the sky
this is big bank talk make ? frequent as it is
swear that money ? like the chili double hot
dog tater chip bag
no sir, no shoes, no swag,
i'll get cash, put that title by my name
hottest lighters i'ma fire?plus they gotta aim
i just left the title game
don't they drove it ? trying to block me i'm surrounded by this dollars
big bank take little bank,
drop a ? in the fish tank
got the sharks on lean
fish scale for my whole team
i say ? at the benjamins, pretty .. swimming in
and they ain't talking money
it's just ? my women friend
pull up in the ? so sexy when the engine rim
it goes wrum, wrum, ? screw that, cost like 7 birds
cruise me down my 7?swimming in that money
she say she don't like them bros, she in love with money
money make my keeper busting like 100 clip
marathon on that paper baby i be running
big bank take little bank,
100 ? diamond chain make them ?
30 shots make them boy ?
20000 no money all look
big bank take little bank,
drop a ? in the fish tank
got the sharks on lean
fish scale for my whole team
money spec on my mind, ? my jeans
dice game trying to stop the bank, i loose?
[Rick Ross]
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me
[Wale]
Temporary forever, levitate with a n-gga
I can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
We can do like 8 positions
Hit it til your make up missing
Baby girl my stroke official
And you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line, most of 'em 92s
Couple of 'em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
And I aint always on the prowl it's just my soda mixed with brown
Got me quite open for a while
So let me in or let me out
And I like my marijuana bright
And I like my window tinted out
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Yeah George you know what this about
I just might throw a big amount
Don't know if I'm 'posed to take you out
I just know I'm 'posed to praise you up
Don't mean I aint 'posed to take you down
Word up
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
[Meek Mill]
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
E'rry time she f-ck me she say "can I have some money?"
And I say "can I get a threesome?"
She say "boy, you funny"
But I be like foreal, just pick up that phone
Call up one of your girls
When I'm on that pill and I pop that purp
Girl I put in that work
Long as she calling me first
It's 14 racks when I put on that purse
Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad
When I murk through pass in that dark blue?
She like my style but I talk too fast
And I got that drive and she just might crash
Hold up
She say she f-cking with me the long way
She gon' ride this dick I had a long day
N-gga look at my bitch you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Featuring: Jadakiss, Rick Ross, Maybach Music Group
[Rick Ross]
600 Benz, house 600 grand
That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
600 Benz, Condo 600 grand
I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands
[Rick Ross]
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
I put that shit on my man
[Wale]
Wale, real n-gga, while I tote a blow and bomb haze?
I just tell CJ keep on rollin' thats my shorty
Tinted out, you aint seeing through
All black everything, this shit like a HBCU
Maybach music, major moves
I'm saving major loot
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
One whip just aint enough, I just seen 33
You only half a W without a second V
Gotta be dreamin, gotta be chosen
Shawty when I was 20 I had a Camry and ?
But now I'm ok, I got my shit together
Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you'll be rich forever, ever
Forever my endeavours and I sever my opponents
I'm cold like its in Denver
The dilemma is, you think I got no conscience
You think I just here flossing or ? shit about ?
[Rick Ross]
600 Benz, house 600 grand
That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
600 Benz, Condo 600 grand
I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands
[Rick Ross]
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
I put that shit on my man
[Jadakiss]
Dependin' on how I feel, either the coupe or sedan
I'm only dealin' with you, nothing to do with your man
Ruin your plans, it's best to do what you can
I'm up to 600 bricks, started with 200 grams
Hand to hand in the cold
Pockets on hella swole
I was breaking 'em down, now I'm selling 'em whole
Work straight out the kitchen
Aint no competition
You just shut up and listen and you can complete the mission
Know you want me to fall
I don't do nothing but ball
You heard I was in jail, but I just came form the mall
I'm on my way to the jeweller bout to cop me a Muller
Keep the digital ruler, at arms length of the ruger
Life's a bitch and I feel her
Aint nobody iller, ? Godzilla
Catch me blowing vanilla's
Used to be blood money now it's go hard scrilla
After I count it all up, I'ma go to the dealer and get a?
[Rick Ross]
600 Benz, house 600 grand
That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
600 Benz, Condo 600 grand
I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands
[Rick Ross]
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
I put that shit on my man
[Wale]
Hope you heard that intro
This that I been grinding cause I've been saving for that benz flow
So mash on them petty badges
Tell em' ? but they never gon catch us
If I am pulled over, I know they gon be on it
Cause it's hot in here and I got no L like the '72 Dolphins
Woooh, race my ?, and I bet you never pass me like a safety ?
I'm Polamalu, 600 the newest model
My newest motto to use a condom with newest models
Uhh, got a hundred on the dash uh
Ya aint killers ya'll got hundred yard dash guns
I'm a rare one, camo's and some rare ones
where im from is the circus, hope you don't expect a fair one
Dropping hundreds like it aint nothing
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