Rick Ross
Riding around in my old whip while I'm shouting out to my old hoes
Speaking on them like what's the deal
They been spreading rumors them low blows
Talking how I ain't fresh as fuck
I been running around in these olds clothes
Shell toes and my beanie on Adidas suit and this gold rope
My closet space has been taken
Mall shops have been raided
Taking over so unforgiving can't see it all because I'm faded
Bitch I got the hoe that you chasing
Ain't got time to give you no statement
She'll be here today then gone tomorrow while you attempt to try and save her
See I'm taking her down lay her flat on her back
Fucking her once then I'm running it back
Treating her body like doctors and shit
I have never been pussy but fluent at that
Do what I do better get it correct
Handle your business don't live with regret
Got you a problem a semi or tech will solve any problem you want to defeat
This the shit that I do at home
I don't talk a lot so you'd never know
Been stacking money since day one
Just plant a seed and then let it grow
This chain I got shit solid gold
Won't take it off won't let it go
Been holding down for my home team
That's Big League just so you know
I'm into rap
Real shit
Easy on the eyes like Brad Pitt
Money going to come I know this
I stick to the script like post-its
To hate on a nigga makes no sense
To fight over gash that's bullshit
It's too many fish in the sea to be fighting for shit that I get by the threes
Yeah
Alright I'm back to work and my overtime
My nine to five and my five to nine
What part of that you don't understand
Took time off but that's for the fam
So we can visit out Jeter land
That city where the bright lights blind a man
We'll be young forever like Peter Pan
I'm flying around high style
First class sipping on Mai Tai's
We winning now lets high five
So linked that a nigga gets Wi-Fi
I swerve on a hoe like bye bye
Make this look easy ha ha
See raps my calling why lie
I'm at you neck like bow ties
Yeah
So you still want to bet that the boy won't make it
Niggas hear this and they just can't take it
What more can I say to change it
Light that blunt put it in rotation
Now peep this let me state my cases
I'm so wild that I might need cages
Yet so tamed that I see high places
If you really been wanting to fuck with a nigga then now is the time to go
Cause I been making this music
I love what I'm doing and soon I am going to blow
Once it has happened and someone has backed him to get him you probably going to need some dough
Not to be bougie or nothing
My time it is coming and I just thought you should know
Bomb
Speaking on them like what's the deal
They been spreading rumors them low blows
Talking how I ain't fresh as fuck
I been running around in these olds clothes
Shell toes and my beanie on Adidas suit and this gold rope
My closet space has been taken
Mall shops have been raided
Taking over so unforgiving can't see it all because I'm faded
Bitch I got the hoe that you chasing
Ain't got time to give you no statement
She'll be here today then gone tomorrow while you attempt to try and save her
See I'm taking her down lay her flat on her back
Fucking her once then I'm running it back
Treating her body like doctors and shit
I have never been pussy but fluent at that
Do what I do better get it correct
Handle your business don't live with regret
Got you a problem a semi or tech will solve any problem you want to defeat
This the shit that I do at home
I don't talk a lot so you'd never know
Been stacking money since day one
Just plant a seed and then let it grow
This chain I got shit solid gold
Won't take it off won't let it go
Been holding down for my home team
That's Big League just so you know
I'm into rap
Real shit
Easy on the eyes like Brad Pitt
Money going to come I know this
I stick to the script like post-its
To hate on a nigga makes no sense
To fight over gash that's bullshit
It's too many fish in the sea to be fighting for shit that I get by the threes
Yeah
Alright I'm back to work and my overtime
My nine to five and my five to nine
What part of that you don't understand
Took time off but that's for the fam
So we can visit out Jeter land
That city where the bright lights blind a man
We'll be young forever like Peter Pan
I'm flying around high style
First class sipping on Mai Tai's
We winning now lets high five
So linked that a nigga gets Wi-Fi
I swerve on a hoe like bye bye
Make this look easy ha ha
See raps my calling why lie
I'm at you neck like bow ties
Yeah
So you still want to bet that the boy won't make it
Niggas hear this and they just can't take it
What more can I say to change it
Light that blunt put it in rotation
Now peep this let me state my cases
I'm so wild that I might need cages
Yet so tamed that I see high places
If you really been wanting to fuck with a nigga then now is the time to go
Cause I been making this music
I love what I'm doing and soon I am going to blow
Once it has happened and someone has backed him to get him you probably going to need some dough
Not to be bougie or nothing
My time it is coming and I just thought you should know
Bomb
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