[Intro: excerpt from the movie “Boyz n The Hood]
“Let me out!”
“Dough~! Let me out”
{*car pulls over; car door opens, then closes*}
{*car rides off*}
{M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
[Rick Ross]
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
Straight flights..
I live by the code, wardrobe from round the globe
All I need is a kilo, an apron – show me the stove
General Electric perfected, cooking them Os
No more peanut butter sandwiches now we looking at loaves
Hoes, I need a condom for my toast
Busting in these niggas, standing flat footed, Im on my toes
Froze, pandemonium overdose
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
Heroin transactions with Russian shots of the Smirnoff
Playing for keeps, I bust in em fore she get off (HUH)
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
Hah, welcome to organized crime
Money got me excited, Im coming four or five times
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Penthouse on Collins, money long as Ocean drive (ah)
Black Chevy Tahoes, Hatians up out the potholes
My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, Im slipping off into Senegal
Issue your warrant, informant, bitch Ive been a boss
Counting money stacks, yours’ counter-fitted
I made my money back when your accountant didnt
Went against the odds, there’s only one Rozay
{M-M-Maybach Music} My nigga okay
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a penny in my pocket (HUH), million in the trunk (HUH)
Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front (WHOO)
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock (WHOO)
Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop (HUH)
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in (AH)
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one niggas your bitch noticing (HUH)
[Meek Mill]
Rollin’, rollin’, yeah
Million ways to make this money, you gon’ get it
On the grind twenty-four/seven, Im with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
Jumping out the Phantom like a muthafucking midget
Money knocking at the front door Im like, who is it
Its Benjy, tell my lil nigga go and get it
Cause Ive been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how Im gon’ spend it
Im like ones for the money, twos for the show of it
Threes for the bitches that be fucking for the ho of it
Four for my niggas that be stacking and then blowing it
You would think I had a curfew the way Im going in
Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick, you was Nickelodeon
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
Wes part the reason that them Churches got some services
The morgue could afford just cause we was doing the murdering
Nigga called my phone talking reckless I ain’t heard of it
Fuck your girl, give her back Im courteous
I can keep a +Secret+ with +Vicky+ have a menage/Minaj with Nicki
And be out +London+ with +Lauren+ and telling Meagan Good morning
Catch me rolling/Rowland with Kelly or at the +Hilton+ with +Paris+
From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear
that I want em all, wanna fuck em all
Had my niggas down so Im screaming fuck the law
Monday night wrestling, Im so fucking raw
She gon wipe me down, Ima brush her off
Im way harder than the concrete, I say what my mind speak
Word to the homie Ross I can get that nine piece
For the low that nine cheap, call me if you want it
Haters see me and I’m stunting, got em sick to their stomach, ha
[Chorus]
[Wale]
Just count me in.. yeah
Whole time, see that fly shit Ive been on
All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
That’s game bitch, ain’t shit, Nudies and some J six
Where Im from its cold and niggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches dissappoint you but money wont ever stress you
They say Im special as Devin Hester on fourth down
So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain’t worried about
Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
Flyest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad
Bitch I got a right to brag, bitch I got a right to boast
Presidential suite and bitch, I never use my right to vote
My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous
And I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
Shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
That BOA shit we get paid with death over dishonor
Im known as Obamas though I know no-one in Congress
These bitches love me all the way, you got sortas and kindas
Sort of remind you, why you dont court no vagina
Just give em awesome intercourse and ignore their inquires
Quietly becoming a top tier
You dreamed of getting green, best believe Im John Deere
Greenist Moncler shit, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillo, I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, nigga air it out
I am on my Tom Brady yall niggas is Eric Crouch
What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself
I can’t see your album coming, that shit’s like a sucker punch
Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch, dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so vicious, yall are like snitches, you cant see the pen
Always on some new shit — CNN
Shittin’ on these niggas like I need Depends
[Chorus]
{M-M-Maybach Music}