Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Don't Like"

"Don't Like"


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Yeah
We came in Anguilla
More money than you ever heard of
Gotta master the art of living young nigga
Ain't never think id get this much nigga
Let man explain it to them
Oh Lord please don't stop baby

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I seen a home boy die in cold blood
Eyes rolled in his head weren't no love
His mamma sold pussy that it was a fiend
He from a place where niggas don't believe in dreams
[Repeat]

Niggas snorting potty get your head right
Get your dick sucked sitting at the red light
Now you catching cases, talking home invasions
How you get upon how the fuck you playing
Can't be playing games on the home field
Open up like a God on that dome peel
We ain't had shit when we went to school
Now it's flat screens up in every room
Nigga do the math, got you full of crap
Tub full of money, candy on the slat
Teflove underneath my fresh tag
Bellhobble walking out with 40 bags
I can fuck a model for an autograph
8 cars, still make her call a cab

Shout out to Def Jam
Shout out to Waner Brothers
Shout out to Dope boy, we all need each other
I'm in Anguilla, I'm smoking killa
We run the game, pussy boy go cry a river

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
(This Chicago, nigga!)
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life
We hanging out that window it's about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? right?!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
(Young Chop on the beat)
Fake Gucci, that's that shit I don't like
Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that's that nigga that I like
I don't want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I'm living life
I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light
Bitch I'm high off life, got me feeling right
Bitch I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like
And bitch we GBE, we just go on sight

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that's that shit I don't like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Dont Hustle Again"
(with Birdman)

"Dont Hustle Again"
(with Birdman)



[Intro]
This shit classic, this H
This for all the hustlers
It’s for the real ones
Money over the best pussy
Family over money, we hustling

[Verse 1]
Money that’s my life, money that’s my light
My money make me mad, my money make me right
My money make me laugh, my money make me cry
My money is my love, for money you will die
Illiterate thugs down for cigarette buzz
Minding my life in prison so I’m living it up
Red champagnia, to celebrate
Triple ccmb, we selling weight
Organized crime, organized mind
One bird call you shot 45 times
45 fully, fully automatic
Bitch is fully loaded, if you want it, you can have it
I’ma grind till my cheese straight
Thinking back to the days when my mama used to say

[Hook]
I’ve got to hold on,
Don’t, don’t hustle again
Hold on me, I’ve got to hold on
Don’t, don’t hustle again
Cause I can’t breathe
I’ve got to hold on, hold on, hold on
Me, I’ve got to hold on
Don’t, don’t hustle again
Don’t, don’t hustle again

[Verse 2]
800 milligram fresh from the pharmacy
Like lucas, get it to the army
I keep sit on me, cmb cash money is an army
So we flip em out the Jag, 200 on the dash
Bitch we mash, duffle bag full of cash
Louie v bag, 2 mill just to splash
See my homie beat one, nigga beat another one
Then the beat another one, then he beat another one
Then the beat another one, then he beat another one
Like money ain’ shit, pop a few bottles nigga fuck another bitch
Celebrate for the licks, celebrate on chips

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Dope Bitch Skit"

"Dope Bitch Skit"


I love a Daytona rose gold Rolex, the black face, I got a Fendi fur, some Tom Ford thigh high's and a crocodile Birkin. That's not basic right here
Not basic?
Nah, no basic bitches allowed
Why?
Basic bitches make me nervous. Yes. They make me nervous. You wanna impress? Yeah, I'm gon' show you. If you're a boss, this stack right here falls out of your pocket, you don't even got time to pick it up. (You keep walking) You don't got time. You keep going. It's probably not worth your time. (Your minutes cost more than the stack.) Keep it moving. Keep it fresh. (Keep it fresh. Keep it money, baby. All day.) It's our money dance. I have my basic bitches pick up my money for me. I pay my basic bitches to pick up my money for me
Alright, that's cool
I tell 'em keep it. Buy something nice. I heard Raven's having a sale. Yes. You know the real boss bitches though? It's called George condo. Make me a fucking one of a kind
One in one's
One in one's
How much was it?
Priceless, baby
Priceless. So what's a typical shopping day for you? How much?
Typical shopping [?] it's never typical with me
That day you go
It depends on what kind of mood I'm in that day
You're in the mood to shop
I'm in the mood to shop?
Right
Can't put a price on that
She doesn't wanna make you nervous
I don't wanna make you nervous, baby. I don't wanna make you nervous
I don't think you can. I ain't been nervous in a minute, in a while
You sure? You're not nervous right now?
Do I look nervous? I'm relaxed
Yeah?
I'm so relaxed. I'm probably too relaxed
You're relaxed
Yeah
Let's make him a little nervous
How are we gonna make you nervous?
Give him my number
I don't think you can
You sure? My shoes don't make you nervous?
Not at all
Are you sure? My wrists?
That's a nice wrist
How about my earrings? They make you nervous?
Nah
Nah? My weave make you nervous?
You wanna know what basic bitches do? They wash their hair with shampoo. You know what we wash our hair with?
I wash my hair with fucking champagne, baby. (All day) Champagne. (All day)
I hope it's Belaire Rosé
I bathe in Belaire Rosé. I have people wash me in Belaire Rosé. People fucking throw rose petals at me when I walk by. They throw Belaire Rosé
Why they do that?
I'm a fucking boss. Ugh. Was that good? How was that? Ugh. I can't take [?] Was that great?
But there really is a lot of money on the floor. What is that?

 

[fox69]

"Drug Dealers Dream"

"Drug Dealers Dream"


[Intro]
Please hold while I locate your information. Your checking account available balance is $92,153,183.28. This reflects the most current information available on your account

[Rick Ross]
This on everything I love
I done came too far to look back
Lord protect my soul, you heard me?
Check

[Verse 1]
Mighty Muhammad, son of Osama
Son of a bitch, one time for my momma
Tats on my back, tats on my face
Bitch I'm a don, can you relate?
It's never too late, my niggas, relate
Never would say, my niggas is saints
Know I'm a sinner, God give me my sentence
Labelled a hustler, look at my Benz
One time for Black, nigga, one time for Nut, nigga
One time for Gucci, nigga, one time for Cano, nigga
One time for Bizzle, nigga, these my realest niggas
One time for Trav, nigga, and all them dope dealers

[Hook]
Murder, a mothafuckin' murder
No you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it
Blood on the corner, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'

[Verse 2]
Is this a drug dealers dream?
Cause all I ever see is niggas dyin' from disease
Mansion on the water, home in the hills
Let the Fed tell it, it really isn't his
Photograph our endeavors, plottin' potential set-ups
See me as a promotion, tax charges, etcetera
Confiscated the whips, concentratin' on flips
Contemplatin' the trip, congregatin' for bricks
Lord knows I'm a sinner, it was cold in the winter
Eatin' out of the trash, shit would make you a killer
Lord forgive these bitches, gettin' their money strippin'
Chasin' this fast money, next time we'll do it different
Shoutout to KOD, shoutout to Onyx
Shoutout to MMG, cause we the hottest

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my foes
Niggas want to be friends, we just takin' control
Nigga vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance
Barely fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance
I seen a rich nigga go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his cell
Middle of the night, my nigga wanna Skype
I just count money for him, that shit just get him hype
They say it's hard to smile with a double life
In the middle of the night with a bloody knife
Lord give him a chance, every man should be free
He wanted him a degree but got him a ki
Open that door, just hopin' for more
They gave him a bond, I gave him a Porsche
I gave him a name, I gave him a shot
I gave him the game, I gave him a block
Smokin' on that gas, I be thinkin' too fast
Drug dealer's dream, now let's count this cash
Dope boy tatted on my neck
A real dope boy, I never write a check

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Elvis Presley BLVD"
(feat. Project Pat)

"Elvis Presley BLVD"
(feat. Project Pat)



Hood billionaire
Nigga need that quinine
I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me
You know where I'm at though

[Hook 1:]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the dogfood, the soft, nigga, and the hard
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

[Hook 2:]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the boy, got the girl and I got the hard
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

I got priscilla, I got priscilla
I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla

[Hook 1]

My face familiar, my face familiar
Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings
I could fly Brazillian, send her in the mail
She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail
I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD
That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good God"
You feel that itch, you feel that itch
That Camaro moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich

[Hook 1]

Run up in the chopper, I push the panic button
Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing
Bumping player fly until a player die
Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave a five
My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes
I got them brown bags, I bet they know the smell
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard?

[Hook 2]

[Project Pat:]
Fresh in them sneakers, pills up, I'm stepping on the dogs
Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off
Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft
Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon off
They cannot stunt, shoot them, rifles long like African
Got them young boys shooting shit up like Africans
Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun
Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come
Packing funds all because me go quick to rob the clubs
Me go an hour full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs
Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing
Iced 'em with the heater, took the shit, it's a cold game
These niggas know I done it, now there's rumors they want my head
Got my Russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bed
My niggas killing about this shit, for realling about this shit
Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, for about this shit

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Even Deeper"
(feat. Barry White)

"Even Deeper"
(feat. Barry White)



[Intro - Barry White]
It feels so good
You lying here next to me
Oh

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I living underneath the telescope
Ciroc in my margarita in mehico!
Got a model with me that I seen on worldstar
Introduced her to the world of La pearla
I'm talking S and M but got her screaming A to Z
Talking the type of cheese she used to think was make believe
I used to fuck em then I made em leave
Leaving things, I had a bucket full of maybeline!
I had a bucket of my favorite green
Open up the budget now its only major things
Most things, run ya half a ticket
Bugatti Boys, cop don't even write the ticket!
I got a few crips that wanna come and kick it
Catch blue balls if one of ya niggas bitches
I know the feeling gotta re-align your wills to life
Or better yet you maybe should write your will tonight!

[Chorus - Barry White]
Deeper and deeper
In love with you I'm falling, yeah
Sweeter and sweeter
Your tender words of love keeps calling
[Ross ad libs]

[Verse 2]
Got on my vacaron I'm paid in full
Lining up all my niggas bout to pull some major moves
Consolidate the game and suffocate the others
Keep it real with ur niggas and multiply the numbers!
Go to trial and never take the stand
Every bitch was born to break her man [?]
I take you deeper than them other dudes
I see my niggas scramble chickens by the twos
He talkling like a hoe and family in the benzz
She acting like a bitch well I'm takin her friend
Ran outta 1s now I'm throwing what I got
I took her home time to show her what I got
I took her tongue and took it to another notch
I'm getting funds time to get another watch
I'm having fun fuck it let my brother watch!
I got credit cards and headed to another lot!
(ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Maybach music)
...Money Grew like grass
...Money Grew like Grass
Uh!

[Chorus - Barry White]
Cause deeper and deeper
In love with you I'm falling
Sweeter and sweeter
Your tender words of love keeps calling

Eager and eager, yeah
To feel your lips upon my face
Please her and please her
Any time or any place
I'm gonna love you, love you, love you just a little more, baby
I'm gonna need you, need you, need you every day

 

[fox69]

"Face"
(feat. Trina)

"Face"
(feat. Trina)



[Trina]
I fuck em once I fuck em twice I fuck em 3 times then I change your life

[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win

Im gettin face [8x]

[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang

Im gettin face [8x]

[Rick Ross]
Sellin dope countin money keeps my dick hard time to bust it wide open for a big boy

[Trina]
Big yellow thang all black boots money like mariah rihanna hair due

[Rick Ross]
Mind on the money but this bitch so fine took my eyes off the money watch this bitch the whole time

[Trina]
Mind on the money but this nigga so fly time to jump up in that benz and ride that thang the whole time

[Rick Ross]
Im gettin face [4x]
Doing 20 miles per hour cause im gettin face

[Trina]
Im gettin face [4x]
Sittin at the green light cause im gettin face

[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win

Im gettin face [8x]

[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang

Im gettin face [8x]

[Rick Ross]
I does it like a boss everytime I pull it out cause she catch it like a glove but its all over her mouth [i love ya baby]excellent face excellent pase number one nigga baby (boss) you got excellent taste nice condo im talking forty flows its only me and gucci maybe 40 hoes

Im gettin face [4x]
If I fuck em more than once baby gettin lace

She gotta car she gotta job she's a lucky girl my shinning star

[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win

Im gettin face [8x]

[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang

Im gettin face [8x]

 

[fox69]

"Family Ties"

"Family Ties"


[Intro:]
Some things you have to see for yourself
Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes
You niggas still can't afford

[Verse 1:]
Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate
Just to rattle my cage, so much shit they sat on my plate
She know me through records, but she don't know me too well
All this game is for sale was priceless, I keep for myself
Shots fired, man expired in his Jordan 3's
Small talk, turn that page, that's all they ever read
You graduated, you still unemployed
Taken for granted, love is null and void
No longer one and few, young Langston Hughes
Jewish intuition, I'm followin' cues
Niggas own Versace, don't know Nikki Giovanni
Your paper chasin', can't see that it's runnin' from you
My homies from the block, they labeled me cunnin'
No excuse for my success, so they say I'm Masonic
I keep it one hundred, fuck her, I keep the car runnin'
How she fuck on the back, that's to keep food on the stomach

[Hook:]
Look at me, look at me
Realest shit you niggas ever seen
Look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me

[Verse 2:]
Playin' for keeps, and that's just to say at the least
Had a few seizures, nigga refused to get me some sleep
I let shit slide, I should see the sparks
Now I think about my moms when I jot these songs
I think of certain niggas when I mention guns
Heavy artillery, death to enemies number one
Francis Ford, flows you niggas can't ignore
Shoppin' with them hoes you niggas can't afford
Bellaire Rose, they thought I'd go gold, wouldn't sell anything more
They thought I'd fail, they thought I'd fold
Go to hell, any nigga wanna buy my soul
Double-M, extend my hand, I see you stumblin'
Francis Ford films budget, double-forty M's
Godfather money, filmin' part four again
Butterball, Magic City, so you know it's him, me

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I blaze J's, fuck the Dutch slave trade
Fuck a net worth when I'm just trynna maintain
Tennessee, I felt like Mr. Wendal, nigga
When ain't nobody starin' out that window with you
Obligated, surrounded, when you are often hated
Left a bag of that dope when they flew off to Vegas
It was written, Mr. Jones, a different picture
Strong as bones like Corleones, the realest figuers
Speakin' in native tongues, me, myself and I
Through Michael Rapaport eyes, it's just a lost trial
But I see the gems, I see the stars
Diabetes and all, your name will carry on
I pray this legacy is what is left of me
Corporate cannabis givin' me leprosy
Look at me, look at me
Double-M, fuckin' G

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Finals"
(feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay)

"Finals"
(feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay)



{M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}

[Rick Ross]
We them niggaz at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggaz foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to take it all
With the her-ron, nigga I'm LeBron
Quarter milli for my car and that's on the Koran
You runnin wit' me nigga or you better run
Two times for you pussies 'cause you KNOW who number one {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
Bitches all on my dick, is it all on my cars?
They say my Audemar sick, just bought a healthy Chopard
This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what'chu talk
Hundred million off the rip, the definition of boss
She can tell how I'm ballin, that I'm just gettin started (Uh!)
Yeah, I took an advance, put twenty keys in the projects (Uh!)
Had to school my lieutenant, how to make my deposit
Niggaz DIE everytime the chopper come out the closet
And I pride myself, I'm gettin money in the streets (Whoo!)
I ride myself, I'm the one you gotta see
I bring it straight to your do', do you like it Manolo?
When you flashin that money, them people flashin ya photo
Know I'm FUCKIN these broads, 'cause I'm flashy as FUCK
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK
F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK
F-F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK

[Chorus]
Uh! My money on another level
Uh! My money on another level
Uh! She fuckin ordinary niggaz {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
WHOO! Yo' bitch be fuckin ordinary niggaz!!

[Meek Mill]
Hatin with dem bitches, that's a flagrant foul
I'm posted with that China white, the smokers say it's Yao
A nigga play, I want his head, I'm talkin eighty thou'
I tell my shooters go get 'em, they gon' make a cow
Ridin in the Wheels of Fortune, then I made a vow/vowel
I will never let these rapper niggaz take my style
My dogs karate chop them bricks, and then they take a bow
Throw a banana in the AK and I make it smile
R-R-Rah! BLAOW! Blake Griffin on these niggaz
Rookie of the year, this ordinary shittin on these niggaz
And I heard that they be hatin, I ain't trippin on these niggaz
Make it rain on all 'em hoes and have it drippin on these niggaz
Yeah, L-Lou' Vuitton kicks, they my ball sneaks
(WHOO!) Thirty pair of Michael Jordans' what they cost me
(WHOO!) L-Lou' Vuitton kicks, t-they my ball sneaks!
(WHOO!) T-Thirty pair of Michael Jordans' what they cost me!!

[Chorus]

[Gunplay]
My track got umps, jumpin 'til it need a crutch
Got birds flyin 'round like Mr. 23 himself
You wanna eat, I got the food, nigga come and see the chef
We ain't playin by the rules, put the toolie on the refs
Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now
When I get the [?], only three numbers to dial now
Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now (Uh!)
My heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive
(WHOO!) I'm triple A: arrogant-ass attitude
(Uh!) I live down south, right down the last avenue
(WHOO!) This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in (BOOM!)
So papi I can move it, if he can bring the shit in
LeBron's 501's white tee, hood rich!
I got cheerleaders too, and er'ryone a hood bitch
And a whip the color YAYO, AND that muh'fucker foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color YAYO, AND that muh'fucker foreign

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Ross]
We gon' call this "The Finals"
'cause I can have yo' ass finalized
UH! We 25 million up nigga, Double M-G untouchable
Fuck boy, fuck boy
Fuck boy, still a fuck boy
We gettin money nigga, we gettin money nigga
I see you runnin nigga, I see you runnin nigga
They don't want it nigga! They don't want it nigga!
They don't want it nigga! They don't want it nigga!
We 100 nigga, we 100 nigga {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
100 million... Uh!

 

[fox69]

"Flashy Cars Movie Stars"
(with Birdman)

"Flashy Cars Movie Stars"
(with Birdman)



[Intro]
Yeah, welcome world, it's the H
Hustling, trapstars, rapstars
Big money poppin, boy
Grinding, sun up, sun down
Put your life down for a nigga
Head first for this chubby
Flippin chickens
Hard body all the time
Fully loaded strap all the time
Money on the mind all the time
I tell me niggas, it's double MG, YMCMB
And money is the motivation
Everyday we wake up
Before the motherfucking eyes closed
Eat while we sleep
Eat while we don't even eat
You understand me, my nigga?
Rozay, stunna man
Richer than the riches
Bosser than the bosses
Modern tine, and we them niggas, yeah
We see past the future
Swag on the hunned, bitch game terrific
Size mat guarantee you to loose nigga
Its' bigger than life boy
Mastermind to masterpiece
Hard life living, mansion top floor nigga
Paradise on earth boy
Million dollars and hunneds
A billion in the mind
Put your life on it
Take care of your team homie
Fulfill your dreams, homie
Nothing come between that
And keep your strap on you, H
It's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
It's that real H Town nigga shit, takin' an eighth
Believe that, you feel me?
It's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
This that real H town nigga shit, takin' an eighth
Believe that, you feel me?
Niggas made 500 hundred dollars of a gram, nigga
Birdman, Ricky Ross - shit coming back straight

[Verse 1]
Times get hard, still gotta play your cards
Judge wanna judge me like he playing God
You know how them thugs be like you playing hard
Nigga 19 with 25 so he start
Cars in the yard
While you drive a yacht
It ain't been a month and your hoes falling off
No collect calls, not to mention all your dogs
They pray you take a pleade
When you tryina stand tall
So much stress on your mama, daddy been gone
Put your hands on your daughter, look what daddy did wrong
In other games, when you live, you learn
In this game of life nigga, when you fail, you burn
I done took a loss, but I had to bounce back
The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that
Nigga, can you pronounce that
The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that

[Hook]
Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
I stay fresh with the Gucci on
Ross fresh with the louie on
Duffle bag full, high in the hood
We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
Get money like I know I could
Old school new school with the cherry wood

[Verse 2]
See I'm killing ass whip, stay strapped all time
Keep a bad bitch with me riding all the time
Fly all the time, get it all the time
Right between my eyes, tat cross soldier signed
Like money in the world, no money like money in the world
Get money like money in the world
We the bindess with that 'pearl, bitch
Straight back with that H town
My little nigga know the town, so we shut it down
On the grind, uptown with my crown
Anywhere I go nigga, I'ma lay it down
Sipping red champagnia,
Every hoe I know know money be swanging
Keep the 2L, then bang out
Get the money nigga, fly in and fly out

[Hook]

[Verse 1]
We the best in the bizz, pas that it is
He gave his best to his bitch, I invest in a bitch
Hand on the bible, won't tell a lie
I be lying if I said that I won't sell the pot
Success ain't promised, tryina stay alive
Ross and Birdman, till the day we die
Lives on the line, no lives on the mike
Used to be white, north bound on the pike
Niggas red in my blood, just what I pump blood
12 o clock for the day, what I bump for
To the cuts getting money what we live for
Light it up nigga, this ym beat plug
I feel good about now, 150 on the chain right now
An extra clip ready to bang right now
Quarter mill on the Bentley right now, nigga

[Hook]