Rick Ross

[fox69]

"I Love My Bitches"

"I Love My Bitches"


[Verse 1]
A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks
Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
Ohhh man, I love my bitches
Bottles, Beamers, brand New Benz’s
Barbies, ballerina’s and Britney’s
Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys
Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles
Boy, I’m a boss, I rose from the jungles
God forgives and these killers won’t
In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone
Better start taking notes as I’m taking tokes
The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes
My vision always mentioned coke
My women never sit in coach
Ohh man, I love my bitches
Tongue kissin’ a dark skinneded vixen
50, 60 racks, I might go blow a 100 though
Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go?
Fuck your ex’s baby, really, that’s your past?
Load up your carry-on’s and all of this is cash

[Hook x2]
Ohh man, I love my bitches
Ohh man, I love my bitches
Ohh man, I love my bitches
East coast to West coast, all my bitches

Tryna’ bring you into my world, baby
Just stand there, You the canvas, I’mma paint the picture
You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it

[Verse 2]
Am I really just a narcissist
Cause I wake up to a bowl of Lobster bisque?
And I wake up on some mobbin’ shit
With a great view and half my niggas swappin’ bricks
It’s just a way of life
For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night
50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings
Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things
Large clique of my constituents
Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins
Living life to the fullest was the emphasis
Making love to Mary J’s “Reminisce”

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It was all good just a week ago
Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow
My bitch sittin’ cute, she left her panties home
Suckin’ the dick of the don, I’m talking Miami’s own
Money like (LeBron James), money like (Dwyane Wade)
(Play it right) peelin’ two off the dealership in the same day
(Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper
Soon as nigga’s start hatin’, start shootin’
Come along, money longer than Olajuwan’s
Lotta one’s, all the bitches yeah the model one’s
Tongue pierced, dick sucked, yeah the swallow ons
50 million, I’m the only one that got it done

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I Swear To God"

"I Swear To God"


[Intro:]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1:]
I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d! ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these pussy niggas
I never hate on all these pussy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2:]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
You could never hesitate and you's a pussy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G's, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3:]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that's off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m's
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I'll get you assholes left in the past tense

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

 

[fox69]

"I'm A G"

"I'm A G"


[Gun Shots]
[Voice] Beat Nova Cane

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....

[Rick Ross - verse 1]
Im lookin thug in the Bently (whooo)
I gotta few slugs dont temp me (ahh)
Khaled put me up on the firm mats (khaled)
Ima million dollar nigga lets comfirm that (Ross)
I rep carrot city out in vegas (vegas)
n the matchin huned thousand dollar braclet (whoo)
mo' guns then da matrix (matrix)
neo reload get ya face twist
cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross Ima Real threat

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....

[Brisco - verse 2]
standin in da blue house choppa in my right hand
stomache growlin bris gotta feed the fam
i gotta meet a man the man wit dem kilograms
he bouta get jammed by the open locker goons
i found a needle in da hay stack (hay stack)
put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back
now im known around day as the young don
aint no bitch made pussy's where i come from (nah)
aint no dick aint stoppin shit
8 pound on da pinky bird fat on the wrist
(on the wrist) so far so hood
when da rounds hit his ass it aint look so good (so good)
now he leavin in a black bag
he a roach the bris be da black flag
n dont leave ya dope round me
straight guttah 4real ask ya homie bout me

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....

[Lil Wayne - verse 3]
fat paper bag brown paper bag
rubberband green paper cash (yep)
fuck wit em get the laser tag
yall niggas betta wave a flag it is ova
i walk wit a hand gun ride wit more
froom it must been a coop or sumthin
since i love her ima put some candy on that hoe
i go topless no panties on that hoe
(see) yall niggas think its sweet sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth
like that boi i got guns where guns aint suppose to be
u need to get a full dose of me (im crack) yeah...

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....

[Rick Ross - verse 4]
Niggas low im illatic (whoo)
know who u dealin wit (whoo)
fuck ya pretty whip u niggas aint killn shit
every bird i whip fuckin every bird im wit
im ya makeveli sucka where dat murda hit
yall niggas aint trill (trill)
yall niggas know the deal (deal)
yall niggas wanna deal (deal)
what u talkin is erelevent (relevent)
shit a leave a whole in a elephant (boom)
so if i got it them im sellin it (sellin it)
need cheese cake like frederick (whoo)
u hear the rederick prick u not a predakit
rick in a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross)

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh.... (Ross Ross)

 

[fox69]

"I'm Bad"

"I'm Bad"



I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!

Ain't no limit to the shit I start
Automatic start on dat big white car
Pearl pink jar, nigga you can't rob
Fo' chains and a watch, pocket full of knots!
Spots! Imma git my stacks
This crack comin' back like dat income tax
Told ya once he told ya twice
You need mo' then a knife, you wanna rock dat ice
I'm bad, magazines up da ass
Stolen yello' cab come squeeze on ya ass
He a flash, all black mask
Rappin' ass nigga talkin' all dat jazz
Ride up on him show, him how we get down
100 rounds in this clown butt naked and he pound
Tell da truth - dat nigga be rippin', ain't it man?
Just got a Chevy and I got my shit painted man

I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!

Used to be on da corna, on marijuana
Now it's marijuana - from California
Big buds, bitches with big butts
Big BMW's home of da dick sucks
My Bob Marley is bumpin' like - Bitch Whudd?
My money bumper to bumper now bitch whudd
I'm bad, I'm back! - I'm mad, I'm strapped!
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
I don't see no nigga when I'm on da grind
All I see is ho' niggaz when I'm on da grind
.45 no nigga, know I'm holdin' mine
Imma knock his ass down if it's own his mind
Tell da truth - dat nigga be rippin', ain't it man?
Just got a Benz and I got my shit painted man!

I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!

B - fo' da Bullets in niggaz who gotta die
A - fo' da Addicts and junkies who gittin' high
D - fo' da Dope distributed at da dock
Still on da block, clock no socks
B - fo' da Bass, bitch I gotta boom
A - fo' da Ass, in my hotel room
D - fo' da Dick, dick dat I slang
Since money talk, I'm addicted to my slang
B - fo' da Bang
A - fo' da K
D - Ditch da car fo' da smooth get away
I'm bad, I poke ya ass in da nose
With a cold .44, now he cold on da flo'
Layin' on his back, like he posed fo' a ho'
When ya actin' like a bitch, gotta go gotta go!
Tell da truth - dat nigga be rippin', ain't it man?
Just got a Hummer and I got my shit painted man!

I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!

 

[fox69]

"I'm Not A Star"

"I'm Not A Star"


Maybach music
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I'd die today, remember me like john lennon
Bury the louis, I'm talkin all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it's december thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty
I told em I got it, therefore I gotta do ya dirty
Back on my benz, been in these bitches 830
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
Goin on 12, go home and tell that man I'm lyin'
I got a bake sale, bitches stunnin for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that's a dan marino
Talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
Niggas feel my pain, I aint even gotta say it
Where I come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
How I can save when all my niggas in the can
And by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star [x4]

All black Lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he ricky

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star [x4]

I'm not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
It's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute
I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I'm a player catchin bitches like I'm TO
Trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he neno
Three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
My niggas never sing if I need em I go to neo
Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
Monday for monages and tuesday I get a trio
And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star [x4]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Only Human"
(feat. Rodney)

"I'm Only Human"
(feat. Rodney)



[Rick Ross]
Lord knows I ain't perfect

[Rodney (Rick Ross)]
I'm only human
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mmaa make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross]
12 years old and you dealin' crack
Your momma only 26 - how she deal with that?
Got a deadbeat dad, but he far from dead
He never knew chocolate milk make you fart real bad (Naw!)
One thing that I wish I could change
Just to see my daddy wavin' at a football game
Just to see my daddy standin' when they say my name
Walk me to the locker room and say, "Son, good game!" (For real!)
You make a tackle, but nobody there to clap
So I'm writing down my feelings, never knew it was a rap
Our house burnt down, we livin' in motels
So no matters how it sound, let me give you the whole tale!
Goddamn! Now the tears won't stop!
Momma held down three jobs, can she live on top?
Never flew on a plane 'til my LP drop
So I told her once week that her ears are gonna' pop!
(ROSS!)

[Rodney]
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross]
Wake up Sunday morning, wanna see my son
He already wanna see his sister, he ain't seen in months
I know it's about the dollars, so I'm steamin' blunts
At the custody hearing and I'm clean as fuck! (BOSS!)
I ain't mad at cha girl, do your thing!
Last night I hit the club and I threw that change! (Yeah!)
I'mma write you off, unemployed to a Boss!
Another young broad, I'll run in there raw!
Raw, raw - oh yes I am!
Chevy on ground, call it Mex-I-Can
I run D.C. like Leo G
In A-T-L, I keep a bird in the P-O-T
M-I-A! I'm The Mayor on my J-O-B
You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D
Bink in VA, drinking V8
Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak the DA!

[Rodney]
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross]
I know I'm not perfect (For real!)
But I perfected, what I had to work with
Trunk full of sack, saying my prayers
Let me cut the music down so The Lord can hear!
Psalm 27, ink tatted in my arm
Made me think back, when I was baggin' up a bong
Young D-Boys always bragging about the run
I was on my third Rolley - now, I guess we're the bomb!
Now it's deep cuts in the club for the watch
Might let two dimes just fuck while I'll watch!
I'm a Delano, it's Tony Soprano
I fuck with Chicanos
They get it, G - I know!

[Rodney]
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

 

[fox69]

"Ice Cold"
(feat. Omarion)

"Ice Cold"
(feat. Omarion)



[Verse 1]
She fell in love with a dope boy
Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy
Big by the Benz for that dope boy
Love every tattoo on that dope boy
She shares tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy
Handle minor biz for that dope boy
But the reward is major, so on and so forth
She can tell you by the greyhound
She can show you how to stay down
I can tell you 'bout to break down
VS1's all in my bitch, watch face now?
Straight G's for your low esteem
8 P's for the whole team
As I run away from my obituary
Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried
Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley
Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely
Get the picture, niggas getting richer now
Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle
Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa
Come to the coca, cállate la boca
They let shit slide when my nigga won't
Remember God forgives and them triggers don't

[Hook: Omarion]
Aw baby this is how it goes
Can't feel it but I know you know
Cause I keep it on the outside [?]
And I keep it on the outside [?]
And I'm reapin' just what I sew
My heart's beating but it still stay froze
And y'all waiting on the inside for me girl
And y'all waiting on the inside, arms wide open
Arms wide open
[?]

[Verse 2]
She fell in love with the lifestyle
Paper tag now her neck all iced out
Lear jets to the fights now
Belagio crap table with the dice out
Floor seats at the Heat game
Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game
South beach making love on the rooftop
Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott
I'm just a nigga with a attitude
Earning revenue through different avenues
One of my soldiers died in Attica
Anything other than a ride is out of character
Top down and it feels right
I could tell you what a dope boy feels like
I could tell you that he never sleeps
He may smile but it's never sweet
Swisha burning at his fingertips
Tears on the inside but they never drip
God forgives and the courts don't
Sneaking an appeal when the courts won't

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"If They Knew"
(feat. K. Michelle)

"If They Knew"
(feat. K. Michelle)



[Hook - K. Michelle:]
This is so all bad, nothin' good can come from this
Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship
It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it
This is so all bad, this is so all bad
Got me messin' 'round with you
You got me messin' 'round with you
Out here messin' 'round with you
What you gon' say? What you gon' do?
Baby if they knew?

I'm a G, she say the pain runs deep
But she can't run from me
I'm in these streets with the killers, thugs, and drug dealers
100 mil' plus, in trucks with no ceilings
Fuck who don't feel it, I'm feelin' like I'm the realest
Biggest boss in the business and really that's to infinite
What we doin' wrong but it feels right
Can't discuss what we did the whole night
Won't be the last time, on my cash line
Duffel bags so accountant is the past time
And for the last time, I'm not a bad guy
I just like what I like, now shorty act right
Small waist, red weaves
Black car, keep it flyer than them Red Wings
Nightmares, day dreams
She the one, listen how she say things

[Hook]

She in love with the life, champagne and all the light
Chanel sneakers and scarves, I want you to be my wife
We can run around the world and tuck with no fear
G4, G5, whole team here
Call ourselves friends, but we holdin' hands
Got alot of questions, am I a controllin' man?
I run the streets but I'm well known in Japan
As a G, a boss, the money coming fast
She from a lovin' home, I'm from a troubled home
One bedroom, didn't have a telephone
Now I'm on the corner, time to get my hustle on
Women recognize, and now I got a couple of 'em
Speedin' in the Beemer then I got a Range
She not a side chick, she all in my lane
She a quiet chick, may let her see some things
I'm catchin' feelin's for her, she take away the pain

[Hook]

Life amazin', wake up in new places
Big faces stuffed in suitcases
Played the hand I was dealt, few aces
Now the bedroom suite is too spacious
Niggas wanna kill me but I put 'em on pause
Broke motherfuckers better bow to the boss
I'm gettin' high, I'm above the law
Gettin' down and dirty, makin' love to her
Please believe in niggas that's still schemin'
But the ghost that floats the 4 Seasons
To love me baby is too easy
But what I need you to do is just believe me
She got the Range Rover, I was cool with it
Been the land, cruisin' girl I went to school in it
Green Goyard bag, it got the tool in it
Everytime we fuck I act a fool in it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"In Cold Blood"

"In Cold Blood"



Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy

Yeah

I murdered all of my foes contract killing
Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it livin with perellis
Shoulda check ya rearview made a better resonance
Wack yayo caught him slippin while he snort dust
Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano
With niggaz pay me the model
Sway louis on my feet still runnin the street
And I never missed a heartbeat

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
50 you better watchin

Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves
Beat the case like orinfa
Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest advance ima kill ya
Make a lil cake haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggaz in a bentley

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
And keep 50 in my pocket

Limousines for the don ima three as the charme
Flee red carpet chillin e on my arm
Purple rain smokin haze smokin weed call it purple brain
Im in the purple lable daddy got a purple heart
Not in the service but I'm swoorvin in a purple car
Whats the bitch needed all changed
I go and buy a new one cause I'm sport man

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
You know I'm totin the rocket
So don't make a nigga poppin

 

[fox69]

"In Vein"
(feat. The Weeknd)

"In Vein"
(feat. The Weeknd)



[Intro: The Weeknd]
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy
I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe
Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it
But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide
Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy
All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy
Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless
Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is
Tour bus like a National Geographic
Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom

[Hook: The Weeknd]
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
Cause I got it
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
Cause I got it
All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
But now we got it
Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me
I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari
Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us
Condo blow money, like it's all dope money
Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord
Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money
Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm
Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it
I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield
Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib
25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life
100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night
Every chandelier rented, one-mil
20 chandelier's moterfucker who real
I just wanna show her what I live like
Wearing a white burqa on a winter night
Fuck a burqa now she in the Bentley
That's when she went and tatted double M G
Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap
She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact
I give her game and she give it back
Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more
Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close
They scream Maybach on the cell blocks
All my dogs who used to sell Glocks
They say the niggas in the jail talk
How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows
25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone

[Hook]