Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross - Errrday Lyrics

"Errrday" is the new hip hop song performed by Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross.

i got these niggas..on me
but i don't give a f*ck because these bitches waiting on me
i'm just counting all this money and buying all this Hammers
so when it's ..my shooters..reflection like a camera
my wood is like a monster
my bitch got a..she got a million dollar sponsor
these niggas getting sick
somebody call a doctor
'cause all the blood dripping 20..
the Dolce and Gabana, Gucci and Louie Prada
fly tell you why sucks i tell you..
model and..that's where they probably ..
..i sign..

Hook:
i swallow bitches i employ them niggas
write my ass with them riches like is my only tissue
f*ck with the women, minks in a..
feelin the ..for millionaire meet with a nigga
you niggas hatin, my niggas ballin
poppin bank count dollars buy the magnum bottles
my bitches patient
your bitches born
f*ck what that frighty night we both f*ck the sundy morn

young nigga lot of cash, bad bitches lot of ass
let em get me kind of fancy
got this..
meet a..i'm sticks out
AK with the common..
these niggas is kind of nice which means is kind of..
i'll be on the ..kind of shit
boy i'm getting consequence
Monday i am with my jaze, Tuesday my Prada bag
one day i go Louie Vuitton sayin how you do,
..i hit the boob no.. my bitches super fly
i'm..wanna kill herself suicide
..plan me he knows do a..
i got a big me and that.. a suicide
..boy i got a runnin too
f*ck a runnin hoe all this bitches comin to
tell em that i'm coming now, tell em that i'm coming..
boy my...

[Hook:]

..with Rose ..me Rose
he said that that working, i was like okay
she's taking me money i was like no way
she got mad..touch my phone it ain't no..
am like begone bitch, begone bitch
i pop a .. turn on the..
them bitches knowin that
because you won this
you put more money and i put em on this

[Hook:]

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French Montana Ft. Diddy, Rick Ross - Shot Caller (Remix) Lyrics

"Shot Caller (Remix)" is the new hip hop song performed by French Montana Ft. Diddy, Rick Ross.

[Chorus]
Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her backstage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller, shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

[French Montana]
Dip-dip dippin’ in the Phantom, thought they seen a ghost
Try live life baby gon make a toast
All white drop head just me and Flocka
My new deal sweeter then Peach Ciroc
I took over the streets didn’t miss a block
Did it for NY baby shoutout BIG and Pac
Can I hit it in the condo, can I hit it in the morning like Alonso
Shawty got potential, knew I had to stamp her
Ass like Nicki hair like Amber (coke boy baby)
Coke boy till they bury me
R.I.P the homie Heavy D

[Chorus]

[Diddy]
Dippin’ in the ‘gatti, billboards in Tokyo
Worth about a billion and still run the city
What you really thought I wasn’t comin through
I invented ballin, the shot callin’
Ciroc boy, top 10 hitter
Like she came with the car, left the lot wit’ her
Can I hit it on the jet, racks flying?, autograph signin’
Shawty kinda flashy I could be her sponsor
Hair like Cassie shoe game is awesome
We on that Ciroc, Redberry with the red bottom
NY we the headline, bitch Imma baller !

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Put the coupe on a pair of Chuck Tailors (ughh)
Bought the block, no love for the neighbors
Top down praying to my lord an’ savior
We on the floor, Pacquaio the worlds greatest
Boxin’ niggas all I ever did was bob and weave
Now the crib 8 mill that’s on everything
Give me props and keep it real ya man hatin’
Not the crib she couldnt get past the landscapin’
Cranberry ? I had ‘em hand made
Double M Genius, even the band playing,
Scarface 500inch flatscreen
Stack cream now the Maybach net green

[Chorus]

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Wale Ft. Meek Mill & Rick Ross - Ambition Lyrics

"Ambition" is the new hip hop song performed by Wale Ft. Meek Mill & Rick Ross.

[Intro]
The time is now on everything
Took my heart away from money
Ain't interested in fame
But I pray that never change
Ambition is priceless
It’s something that’s in your veins
And I put that on my name

[Meek Mill]
Uh, the only hope I had was selling
Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar float?
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking at the nigga that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
No religion I was getting saved by the nine
By the minute I was getting paid like a hot line
? Fiends was calling, we was dot com
Well connected, well respected and well protected
Ain't get accepted, well rejected and now they regret it
Ain't get my message, was a signal when I was texting
The bitch I was calling was fraud and I learned my lesson
Now I move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon
Cause chances are never given they tooken like interceptions
So throw that pass, I’ll be the Quarter back
Me and Folarin MMG gon bring that Warner back

[Hook]
Ambition
Easy to dream a dream, but much harder to live it
They gon love me for my Ambition
Easy to dream a dream, but much harder to live it
They gon love me for my Ambition
Easy to dream a dream, but much harder to live it
Look, they gon love me for my ambition
Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

(It speaks for itself. Define Ambition for me?)

[Rick Ross]
My ambition to win, just to get me some ends
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a Benz
I saw momma praying as she wait on results
It was hot in the kitchen can I wait on the porch
My father was missing, War Lord Oliver North
Life was diggin’ me deeper, I kept on coming up short
Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark
Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that soft
Not too many options when you coming from the projects
Sittin’ in the trap now you moving Cyndi Lauper
Girls wanna have fun, and ? some change
And I doubt that ever change
Ambition is priceless that’s something on your veins
And I doubt that ever change
Ambition is ? and I put that on my name
And I doubt that ever change

[Hook]

[Wale]
Well wishers to my opposition
You probably cop a flea before you go to prison
I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential
But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue
Subscribe,? reside where all the lions and killers be
And I ain't spend a minute up in the streets
But I’m limitless mentally, I’m lyrically MC
Lebron, I was heading 6 after 23
And family is everything and money is less important
Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman
I got a lot of bitches, they got a lot of feelings
But I got that green on my eyes
And that ain’t no Simpson
I retire you niggas: you and your position!
They play surface so slippery niggas can’t even kick it
Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches
You know you real you don’t say it
You know you real, we gon feel it
Ross!

[Outro]
Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision
They gon love me for my ambition
Easy to dream a dream, but much harder to live it
Look, they gon love me for my ambition
Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision
They gon love me for my ambition

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Rick Ross - I Love My Bitches Lyrics

I Love My Bitches Lyrics is performed by Rick Ross

[Verse 1]
A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks
Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
Aww man, I love my bitches
Bottles, Beamers, Brand New Benz’s
Barbies, ballerina’s and Britney’s
Barbera 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
Aww man, I love my bitches
Tongue kissin’ a dark skinneded vixen
50, 60 racks, I might go blow 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 it is is cash

[Hook] x2
Aww man, I love my bitches
Aww man, I love my bitches
Aww 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 tonight
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 gotta model one’s
Tongue pierced, dick sucked, said “I swallowed once”
50 million, I’m the only one that got it done

[Hook]

Aww man

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Rick Ross Ft. Nicki Minaj - You The Boss Lyrics

You The Boss Lyrics is performed by Rick Ross Ft. Nicki Minaj

In a world with so many, baby girl you are that one
I deserve that , I deserve you!

[Nicki Minaj]
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man

[Rick Ross]
Rose a born stunner, I could blow money
50 when I’m shopping, that ain’t no money
I got my jeans sagging, money stuffed in ‘em
I got 40 whips, way too much in ‘em
I need me a queen, I need me a dime
Living this fast life: just show me a sign
I’m a G, I’m a G, taken from the taken form the land,… wanna be
All she needs, all she needs
Is a boss on my level who provides her every need
All I fiend is a queen in my presence
I can hold until I die
Couple G’s in my bezel
I’m a boss

[Nicki Minaj]
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man

[Rick Ross]
Still running the streets cause every day I’m hustling
Double MG went in and the streets is loving it
All this paper coming and my baby touching it
I pin her to the wall, you know this, we be busting it
Fur coats in the winter, look like a polar bear
Stunning in the snow, these haters they can go somewhere
Indoor, outdoor pool, indoor court
Indoor pool, ducking Ray Jay moves
Seven Rolls Royces, pink slips like a boss
Champagne on her body, time to lick it off
Me and baby girl a winning combination
Ownership is my conversation
I’m a boss

[Nicki Minaj]
I’ll do anything you say cause you the boss
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man

Talk to me
Oh I feel play
What you saying baby?
And I do whatever you say
Boss..

You could take it any way you want to
Baby I promise that I’ll never disappoint you
Just know that I’mma get my motherfuckin’ points in
Yeah it rains, yeah it rains

[Nicki Minaj]
I’ll do anything you say cause you the boss
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
Hey, daddy won’t you come and be my boss,
Tell me one thing…
Hey, daddy won’t you come and be my boss,… off!

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Wale - Tats On My Arm Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross)

Tats On My Arm Lyrics is performed by Wale Ft. Rick Ross

[Rick Ross:]
Ambition is a way of life
It’s a mindset
Follow me
Tats all on my arm
… all on my mind
I got stacks all on my charms
My gold roley tell time is mine
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
I’m just so gifted
[Wale:]
Look where that shit’ll get ya
[Rick Ross:]
Tats all on my arm
… all on my mind
I got stacks all on my charms
My gold roley tell time is mine
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
I’m just so gifted
[Wale:]
Look where that shit’ll get ya
Okay tats all on my arm
These reds all on my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
For the paper I’ma grind
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
Okay tats all on my arm
These reds all on my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
All I know is this grind is my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
I ain’t waiting talking
See I’m just tryna focus
Cause the… in the room
Is usually the brokers
Tryna stay clear of my foes
And these shapeshifting…
See them snakes showing you mo’
My mates calling me gifted
February cold in my heart
It’s why your date is probably missing
Late for love I’ve been tripping
Medicate cigars stop feeling
I got a green bag with them blue shreds
… smoke Marjorie Simpson
Got a broken heart that needs fixing
And I don’t rely on no bitches
And I don’t reply to most BBMs
So when you see… don’t be tripping
MMG obviously winning
Niggas… and we living
And I swear to lord I’ve been down to earth
But more times than not I’ve been lifted
[Rick Ross:]
Tats all on my arm
… all on my mind
I got stacks all on my charms
My gold roley tell time is mine
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
I’m just so gifted
[Wale:]
Look where that shit’ll get ya
Okay tats all on my arm
These reds all on my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
For the paper I’ma grind
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
I ain’t with the rapper
I’m just tryna focus
Cause a lot of… in the room is usually the brokest
Tats all on my arm
These niggas say I’m that bomb
3 J’s took me to…
6 o’s paid for my car
3 m’s on my new valance
I’m here to shine when I’m tracking
What you doing Ross, drop a hundred thousand
And you know you supposed to be stacking
I should Michael Jordan these rappers
Man they’re twice as cold as these rappers
Let me… with these rappers
And I like my girls with ambition
You see money talks…
You thought the shawty wasn’t listening
He ain’t dreaming dawg you ain’t living
Even when I sleep I got vision
Even when y’all deep y’all still all sweet
I don’t favour beef
I eat pussy
[Rick Ross:]
Tats all on my arm
… all on my mind
I got stacks all on my charms
My gold roley tell time is mine
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
I’m just so gifted
[Wale:]
Look where that shit’ll get ya
[Rick Ross:]
Tats all on my arm
… all on my mind
I got stacks all on my charms
My gold roley tell time is mine
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
I’m just so gifted
[Wale:]
Look where that shit’ll get ya
[Wale:]
Look where that shit’ll get ya
Okay tats all on my arm
These reds all on my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
For the paper I’ma grind
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
Look where that shit’ll get ya
Okay tats all on my arm
These reds all on my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
Fuck all I know is this grind
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition
[Wale:]
It’s my ambition
[Rick Ross:]
It’s my ambition

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Gucci Mane Ft. Rick Ross, Rocko, Yo Gotti - Millions Lyrics

"Millions" is the new hip hop song performed by Gucci Mane Ft. Rick Ross, Rocko, Yo Gotti.

2 x
Better better better tell me about you don’t wanna swag
Have a million dollar cash in a all white check.
You think i give a fuck what other nigga spend
Make another million every time a nigga blank.

She ..on my .. better know no apologies
she just wanna holla i’m rolling up the molly
i’m drop it Paul McCartney i’m hated by the shawty
i put it there i put it down don’t kick it up and .. don’t ..got craze guns
We came in the ..on my new .. i’m wanting like ..
Gucci break lanes is to they know the ..
Have to kick it on their tune ..we ice gables ..you are not a guest
You about the .. break lanes ..she don’t’ language ..gotta kick it us
Bright Lamborghini ..

2 x Chorus:
Better better better tell me about you don’t wanna swag
Have a million dollar cash in a all white check.
You think i give a fuck what other nigga spend
Make another million every time a nigga blank.

You think she gots my mother fucker nigga
..ricks bitch you’re fucking with a killa
I can’t pain with no pussy ass nigga
got me carry in the chain ..nigga
I’m rolling up the purple and i’m sleeping pink
champagne drowning bitch till she got a ..
she only get the rider that she keep it well
you’re looking at the gangsta in this .. you just ..
No matter ..nigga.. i’m ready let’s get it in
One more ..i got word on .. hard to see
You ..cars Snoop dog let’s see ..is it ..
Now i’m callin .. than the moon on my way to ..

[2 x Chorus:]

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Red Cafe Ft. Ryan Leslie, Rick Ross - Fly Together Lyrics

"Fly Together" is the new hip-hop song performed by Red Cafe Ft. Ryan Leslie, Rick Ross.


[Ryan Leslie:]
So when I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever

[Red Cafe:]
I'm a boss so I need a boss chick
And we can boss up like the bosses
All about green like Paul Pierce
Mayweather look zero losses
Dime in the day, dime in the night
Five star chick 'bout that five star life
I must admit I'm a fan
Your shoe game ruthless girl god damn
Been a few years you're my number 1
Blood in my veins, breath in my lungs
We the ones winning so they want toast
Love the way you're doing it, keep doing itnow
Fly like a jet blue stewardess
You can fly alone but I don't advise it
I'm inviting you to fly with the pilot

[Ryan Leslie:]
So when I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever baby
So when I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever oh yeah

[Rick Ross:]
She wanna hit me on the...
On the iPad, flying in the sky caps
Shawty got a nice job but works too hard
Put that shit... now welcome to the mall
I need my women mogul...
Double M G is global...
I ain't rocking no Polo but I'm...
Her heart beating so fast cause I'm taking my time
Yeah I get it and lick it, I just handle my business
And my Bentley just different, I keep her by my side
My life a runway, and it's time to fly

[Ryan Leslie:]
So when I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever baby
So when I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever oh yeah

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Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross - Body Count Lyrics

"Body Count" is the new hip hop song performed by Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross.


Rick ross:
Make sure you know what you're dealing with now

What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where i'm sittin

What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where i'm sittin

Meek mill:
I got some bad hos in my crib
Coup' stones in my couch
Scarface in this bitch
It's like a gun store in my house
Hobart on my desk
Bag it up by ounce
The feds watchin this bitch
Oh lord it's three strikes and i'm out
I'm gone

What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digits
Thirty birds i'm thinkin we gon need another kitchen
I used to pack my little work out my mother dishes
Now i'm the one to get the work to get a couple pigeons

Then we cook em up
And let em dry
We break it down
And let em fly
Send em to the hood
And tell em bye
All my niggas liftin weight but we dont exercise
Ha

Rick ross:
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where i'm sittin

What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where i'm sittin

Meek mill:
Murder after murder
Nigga you aint heard
Cause when it come to beef i'm puttin bread all on my burger
Man them shooters be so hungry
Bodies on they burner
I could send em to your crib
Spot you aint come for em
They gon tear you out the frame
Fuckin rip your picture
Send a message to your homie just to make him get the picture
And if they tellin on me
I could make em hit the witness
They been off em like a summons
Dawg dont make me give em business

Talkin all that killa shit now what's your body count
The shotty bounce and make your motherfuckin body bounce
We on the graveyard shift where all the bodies found
...on twenty-threes
Them make the ride it bounce
Ah

Rick ross:
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where i'm sittin

What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where i'm sittin

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Lil Wayne feat. Rick Ross – "If I Die Today" (John) Lyrics

If I Die Today (John) by Lil Wayne feat. Rick Ross

[Lil Wayne]

Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet

I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch

I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death

Top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!

You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress

The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest

An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]

Big black n-gga, and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!

I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]

Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox

Big bee’s, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck

Empty the clip than roll a window up

P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas Cinnabon

I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum

200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga

I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving

If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don’t make it come alive

Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape

Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus

N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all

Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up

It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]

I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

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