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!
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)