Juicy J - 20 Zig Zags Lyrics

20 Zig Zags Lyrics by Juicy J

Ridin’ ridin’ ridin’ in my black ball, I’m bill bumpin’ 3-6 (3-6)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip (one zip)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip
(All the all the 20 zig zags out of one zip)

Ridin’ ridin’ ridin’ in my black ball, I’m bill bumpin’ 3-6 (3-6)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip (one zip)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip
(All the all the 20 zig zags out of one zip)

Ridin’ in a Ghost, cheapin’ on dough
Drinkin’ a 5th, passin’ a rove
Ball like Kobe Bryant, straight to the boat
White girls and money make up my coat
Higher than I’ve ever been, drinkin’ some gin
Let the hoes in ‘til I bring a few friends
Smokin’ in the top, ashin’ on you fuck niggas
Eyes low, propazan, I’m drunk nigga
Eyes layin’ ‘round my crib, Juicy J ain’t never even touched
Shorty passed out on the floor and she only hit the TV once
Ain’t no tips afford but this nigga right here keep clickers
Juicy OG, you motherfuckin’ nigga don’t aim no rookie
Large cigar smokin’, hit me few times, man you niggas be jokin’
She don’t even hit the weed, all she do is breakin’ down and roll it
Anti sober if I was part I’d be trippin’
1-8, another one rollin’ up to the stitches
I’m a real nigga, smoke one if you with it
All my bad bitches smoke one if you feel it

Ridin’ ridin’ ridin’ in my black ball, I’m bill bumpin’ 3-6 (3-6)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip (one zip)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip
(All the all the 20 zig zags out of one zip)

Ridin’ ridin’ ridin’ in my black ball, I’m bill bumpin’ 3-6 (3-6)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip (one zip)
All the 20 zig zags out of one zip
(All the all the 20 zig zags out of one zip)

Juicy J - Codeine Cups Lyrics

Codeine Cups Lyrics by Juicy J

[Hook]
Fast life livin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
On the lean poppin' rose with a kush blunt
With a bitch, ass fat, see it from the front
Mind gone, man I'm trippy and my eyes low
Everything purple, all I see is weed smoke
Codeine now, what this bitch gonna try
If you say you ain't high, then you niggas lyin'
A bunch of Taylors Memphis niggas gettin' throwed nigga
A bunch of hoes in this crib, bunch of O's nigga
Off that O and it's dirty and I'm feeling great
Smoke a blunt or two or three just to keep me straight
You getting high, what ho, make a decision
That medical promethazine trippy prescription
Cups on the floor, and my bitch in the dizzy
I'm like Bobby Brown ho without new addition?

[Hook]
Fast life livin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Purple, purple, purple, cup always full
Pass it in a circle, everybody smoking good
On the daily mice, smoke an ounce just to fuck around
Weed mane so I wanna make ya tired
2050 Trippy, she got a sippy cup
They say don't drink and sip that lean but I mix em up
Turnt up to the max, girl ratchet shit
She bad and she smoke, probably had that bitch
You niggas still gettin' tipsy, catch me leanin'
Smoke some incredible, feel like I'm dreamin'
My crib in Cali like Texas sippin' DJ Screw
Fridge fill a Bombay but you can't find no juice

[Hook]
Fast life livin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Birdman Ft. Lil Wayne & Mack Maine - Dark Shades Lyrics

Dark Shades Lyrics by Birdman Ft. Lil Wayne & Mack Maine



YMCMB
I’m so twisted
Mack!

Chorus:
Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that Patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

Yeah, back in this, tell ‘em about it
These sweet niggers, a bunch brownies
You’re talking about, I’m a G like a thousand
I’m on my one two, and I’m still counting
You got problems, well I got bigger problems
My soul back, make me bring, make me bring the….
You don’t want that, homie
Plus I got that.. you won’t see tomorrow morning.

Be so, be so old, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and you chose
I’m so … to groove, the…
And if … I paint the picture
You know what I’m on, good and strong
You know where I’m going, I’m going, going, gone!
Holler at your boy, I don’t give a, give a
Gotta tell these … make me shut you…

Chorus:
Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that Patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

Just a third world gangsta, been filthy…
Hustler… I’m on, keep banking
Big mansions on the..
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we’re winning
Five star, money, power!
..man, hood rich
Build on some .. bad boy rich
Chandelier, marble full of …
Out .. with ‘em dogs for the…
…throwing hundreds in the club.
Bouncing on the shine…
Head ride, green light, spend them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, for a cheap price.
Uh, uptown swaging life, living like we live it twice…

Chorus:
Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that Patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

Yeah, down from New Orleans, rest in peace like …
And I come from … it’s a safari.
..I go retarded, the grass is green back in my garden
Pop, pop …we’re arguing
Leave her leaking, if you’re scared, go see the …
Got a bunch of …to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that… walls like graffiti
…I’m on my vampire, bloody red
…call it dead cash
And it’s party time, excellent …
Party time, excellent…

Chorus:
Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that Patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

50 Cent Ft. Kidd Kidd - OJ Lyrics

OJ Lyrics by 50 Cent Ft. Kidd Kidd

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come on and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

Pound smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I’m now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these rotting ass niggas in a sewer master splendor
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don’t give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I’m kind of …but god damn you’re …
I don’t want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I’m, a g unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Prolly sue you when you hit them
See I’m not what you used to,
I am suhu, I … I’m a rider game nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come on and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I’m killin these bitches Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come on and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I’m killin these bitches

Got a new bitch that’s so bad,
Yeah she don’t know what she doin
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I’m like boing!
I won’t hit and I won’t tell
So I don’t wanna flip a coin
I don’t kiss and I don’t tell
So her close friend she can join
They don’t call me from the pens
That’s a … how things going
So the money still flowing,
Get a … still blowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my years and my fist
Got diamonds all over she a going
In the lambo ain’t got no top
And it’s summer here but it’s hot
You gonn loose the speech when you hit the streets
And see the bitches that I got
You better believe it’s real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her…pure
30% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come on and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I’m killin these bitches Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come on and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I’m killin these bitches

MJG bitch I got them 8 balls
4 dog…bitch I need 8 calls
They want me locked up,
They singing like hey con
Her shadow, like a …on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
You’re in my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I’m bout to head home
…zome, that’s my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I’m bout to do some catering

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come on and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I’m killin these bitches Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come on and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I’m killin these bitches

Busta Rhymes Ft. Vybz Kartel - Wine & Go Down Lyrics

Wine & Go Down Lyrics by Busta Rhymes Ft. Vybz Kartel

Yo, baby girl, let me take you to the essence
Give flap with a ribbon girl you love my presence
Look at me and let division deliver the message
You’re ready to leave your dues, listen
Give me a second

And know …di gyal me wine up
…wine your …really wine up
Pretty like flow…
Long time yu mi …
She a wine like Macarena… ina spanich, como te yamo

He yo, you see the way I’m coming,
And how I creep behind them
Aiming with a rifle coming and seeking the…
So many mommies, let me go and just…
Now I’m ready to go and mountain climbing that spliff
You’re model agency, now let me sign them
Cause they beautiful like a botanical garden on the salem
…you know… standing beside them

Hey, you say you need me? Or you want watch me like you want…
You want every gyal yo use you talk…believe me
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down

Me na mi dogs everybody wanna follow me


You know you’re …pretty enough…and everything about you proper
…and see nobody better…
And every time I come you gotta know I put it on you
Baby girl until you sleeping wake up saying good maniana

Hey, you say you need me? Or you want watch me like you want…
You want every gyal yo use you talk…believe me
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down

Me love da… a mi see a got me…
Original, … ina chralie…
Looking a di …

Yo so many woman wish I probably…
Take the whole… biggy ina de …
Momy I go … sorry

Hey, you say you need me? Or you want watch me like you want…
You want every gyal yo use you talk…believe me
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down
Wine and go down, wine and go down, get down.

Kreayshawn Ft. 2 Chainz - Breakfast (Syrup) Lyrics

Breakfast (Syrup) Lyrics by Kreayshawn Ft. 2 Chainz

I got purple in my swisher
Purple in my car
Purple, purple in my wine clap
Purple label up
Grapes what's up
Grape, grape, grapes, what's up
Breakfast

Oh it's kreay baby,
Oh hey, baby
I get to work you just lazy baby
I need my break now when where and how
This second right here with a couple pounds
I be town down dropping in the scraper
I've been around my world doing shows and getting paper
Need my medicine, again, again
I'm with 2 chainz with two bricks in two hands

I-I-I-I'm hungry, hungry for this money
Call me Kreay? heck no, playboy bunny
Bout that juice cheese bread breakfast
Stackin dough breakfast
I got all the syrup, I got I got all the syrup
I got all the syrup, I got I got all the syrup
Bout that juice cheese bread breakfast
Stackin dough

Eight in the morning and I'm up yawning
My phones almost dead cause everyone is calling
It's breakfast time and I need my apple jacks
And I need my fresh grape syrup and a money stack
We're just popping off just to kill shit
And we drink a lot til we don't feel shit
She's in her birthday suit and she's cooking too
Yea it's breakfast time but it's only two

I-I-I-I'm hungry, hungry for this money
Call me Kreay? heck no, playboy bunny
Bout that juice cheese bread breakfast
Stackin' dough breakfast
I got all the syrup, I got I got all the syrup
I got all the syrup, I got I got all the syrup
Bout that juice cheese bread breakfast
Stackin' dough

2 Chainz!, I'm up now
Smoking on that loud till the sun down
Beating on that pussy till the sun up
You don't like what we doing shut the fuck up
Me and kreay that's all I gotta say
I don see a lil nigga the money in the way
Lil wayne unquote did it from the A
When I'm in California bitch I'm try'na fornicate
If you ain't talking money ain't no need to conversate.

I-I-I-I'm hungry, hungry for this money
Call me Kreay? heck no, playboy bunny
Bout that juice cheese bread breakfast
Stackin dough breakfast
I got all the syrup, I got I got all the syrup
I got all the syrup, I got I got all the syrup
Bout that juice cheese bread breakfast
Stackin dough

Far East Movement Ft. Cover Drive - Turn Up the Love Lyrics

Turn Up the Love Lyrics by Far East Movement Ft. Cover Drive

We are one, tonight
And we’re breathing in the same air
So turn up the love, turn up the love
We’re turning up the love
Turn it up now!

Get it popping, hop the molly
Dirt bass with so baddy body
Too legit we can’t quit the party
Super freaks, no illuminati
So one, two, hit the booze
You know you 2, nothing to loose
So ready, loose, cause the sheep gonna sleep like
Pa pa pa pa
Drop low to the low, v.e. gotta get more
So clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
I got nothing but love to give
Turnt up you don’t hear me though
Here’s a love for your stereo
So clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
I got nothing but love to give

We are one, tonight
And we’re breathing in the same air
So turn up the love, turn up the love
We’re turning up the love
Turn it up now!

Go ahead now floss your love like a …
Dirty bass will make your pussy fall
If you …low, on the floor, I got a crew that will handle that cookie jar
Damn, I ain’t tryna be rude
Spread love like … u plus 2…
Like pa pa pa pa pa pa
Drop low to the low, v.e. gotta get more
So clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
I got nothing but love to give
Turnt up you don’t hear me though
Here’s a love for your stereo
So clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
Like pa pa pa pa pa pa

Turn me on like this your song
Dirty bass got love to give
Turn it up now,
Mad monopoly all night long
Dirty bass got love to give
Let me see that grill from ear to ear
So much loving in the atmosphere
The good times roll with me right here
I got nothing but love to give

We are one, tonight
And we’re breathing in the same air
So turn up the love, turn up the love
We’re turning up the love
Turn it up now!

Big K.R.I.T. - Yeah Dats Me Lyrics

Yeah Dats Me Lyrics by Big K.R.I.T.

Chorus:
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?
Shwaty, yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?

OK, I wake up fresh, get up loud
Drink myself , pimp my ride
Hit that slayer, put some dough
We’ll make a Shawty get down on the floor
I’mma have to show my air
If I don’t glare …my brace, and I’m there
Pump my trunk, then I flare
So nigger wanna try to act fair
We don’t really play no game, fuck we’re lame
Trick on hoes, that will change
Hold my… I gotta watch out for the curves
You don’t really play that, play that, yeah
..can we let you, let you go

Chorus:
Like yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?
Shwaty, yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?

OK, I dope out fresh … grab my hood, grab my …
The hell out, let’s get paid!
All has been about my grind, about my bread
Don’t like haters and I don’t like feds
Don’t like Shawties that tease all day
Like they won’t give a real nigger hey
..is to get this dough
Throw it in the air when you hit this flow
Yeah, that’s me ….
Watch out here when I’m over my dough
Grab your parachute then let’s go
Dark in the club with…
Everybody saw me take you home

Chorus:
Like yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?
Shwaty, yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?

Like bowling, crawling, slamming door, yeah dat’s me, yeah dat’s me
..player like I’m supposed, yeah dat’s me, yeah dat’s me
I’m a trunk, don’t slam, and my wrist don’t glows, yeah dat’s me, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money

I’m like show me where that dollars at
Yeah dat’s me, yeah dat’s me…
yeah dat’s me, yeah dat’s me
You ain’t spending
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?

Chorus:
Like yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?
Shwaty, yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Yeah, dat’s me, yeah dat’s, yeah dat’s me
Who that getting money
And who that getting money, Shawty?

Whitney Houston Ft. Jordin Sparks - Celebrate Lyrics

Celebrate Lyrics by Whitney Houston Ft. Jordin Sparks

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah ooh yeah, u-uu-uh

[whitney houston:]
Everybody’s been so uptight
And forgetting to live the life
Let all the problems get them down
Till they make you wanna shout, oh yeah!

[jordin sparks:]
See everybody’s been down in luck
Now finally things are looking up
The sun is chased all the rain away
No more obstacles in our away, yeah.

[hook:]
It’s time to celebrate (come on, yeah)
Come on and celebrate (that’s what i want)
I wanna celebrate (because it’s so right)
I celebrate you (i celebrate you, yeah)
Uh-hu

[jordin:]
There is oh so many of us
(that underestimate the power of love)
So much hate going round and i’ve had enough
I’ve invited you for the love.

[whitney:]
Though we been going through changes
Just trying to make it from day to day
Tonight don’t you worry about a thing
Just cash your cares away.

[hook:]
It’s time to celebrate
(come on, yeah)
Come on and celebrate
(it is what i want)
I wanna celebrate
(it’s time to celebrate)
I celebrate you, i celebrate you!!
It’s time to celebrate
(come on, come on)
Come on and celebrate
(no matter what color you are)
I wanna celebrate
(tonight everyone is a star)
I celebrate you, i celebrate you, u-uh!!

I’m gonna give you a reason
Why you should clap your hands and jump for joy!
There’s something we can believe in,
Now that the rain is gone we’re gonna dance in o a rainbow! Oh-oh oh u-hu

It’s time to celebrate
(come on, yeah)
Come on and celebrate
(time to celebrate)
I wanna celebrate
(because it’s so right)
I celebrate you
(i celebrate you)
Celebrate me, celebrate me.

[hook:]
It’s time to celebrate
(time to bring you and me)
Come on and celebrate
(no matter what color you are)
I wanna celebrate
(tonight everyone is a star)
I celebrate you, you celebrate me

It’s time to celebrate
Come on and celebrate
I wanna celebrate
I celebrate you, you celebrate me u-uh
X3

[we love you whitney!!]

Ester Dean - Baby Making Love Lyrics

Baby Making Love Lyrics by Ester Dean

Baby boy, talk to me,
Tell me all your fantasies.
‘cause tonight I guarantee
You’ll be feeling my all here with me.
One by one I can’t come off
You’ve been so good, baby, it’s paying off
Anywhere you want it, make it now.

Tonight is all your night,
Love me all if you like,
I’m here to satisfy.
Let’s make, baby, baby making love

Grab my hair from the back,
If I moan, stretch it back.
Don’t be afraid to lay it down,
Ain’t no rules this time around.
Is help to you, what are we gonna do?
I’m your baby, let’s do something new,
Do what you like, do what you please .
Come here, baby, give it to me.

Tonight is all your night,
Love me all if you like,
I’m here to satisfy.
Let’s make, baby, baby making love.

Come here and
Make me scream, make me shout
Make me love it, turn me on.(x4)

Tonight is all your night,
Love me all if you like,
I’m here to satisfy.
Let’s make, baby, baby making love

Kendrick Lamar - War Is My Love Lyrics

War Is My Love Lyrics by Kendrick Lamar

Look inside my eyes and tell me you see a warrior
I never felt the feeling of euphoria
Pain forever, prolong the pros and cons of prosperity is strong
Wake up in the morning and I gotta win
Not taking the victory, that’s my only sin
And so I send a message to your messenger
A warning shot to let em know I’m serious
I’m ready for a war
When I roar it can break a glass window
The only thing for sure is the perfect way
To bend you on your back
Even if I gotta slither through the cracks
I can crack every code you deliver I attack
Every hole with a bomb squad sittin’ on the tripod
Even if he try hard, he can still die hard
Run but you can’t hide
White flags, you can pull ‘em out fast
And tell me your last goodbye

[Chorus]
I will, I will, climb the highest mountain
Before the flood comes
And all my fight is drowning in blood
What I gotta lose? What I gotta prove?
I guess, war is my love

[Kendrick Lamar]
Make sure your next move is slick
Your best move is nothing
You know I take risk, dark clouds, I love it
Cause I can hide in the mist
Hop out and crushin’ every soldier you’re with
So I’m 6 for 6
I’m sick with determination, I’ll terminate ya quick
I lead the pack, I follow no rules, I see the traps
I know you’re close to fallin’ on your face
Unload, reload, hand me another case
Explode, explode
The fire of my eyes
Is waiting on your demise
I know you hope your help is close by

[Hook]

[Chorus]
I will, I will, climb the highest mountain
Before the flood comes
And all my fight is drowning in blood
What I gotta lose? What I gotta prove?
I guess, war is my love
War is my love
I guess, war is my love

Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill - So Sophisticated Lyrics

So Sophisticated Lyrics by Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill

Rick Ross has released the Meek Mill-aided “So Sophisticated”, the second single off his long-in-the works fifth LP, God Forgives, I Don't.

[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”

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[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

[Hook]