RICK ROSS LYRICS
mixtape: "Black Dollar" (2015)
Foreclosures
There's so many things that I don't understand.
Sometimes, being in the position I am, with no malicious intent, my nigga, you can take it how you want it.
I see it from both sides, I feel a nigga pain
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga's things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family fortune is forever what you stood on
Sold dreams, fantasies that put the hood on
You reap what you sow, and they speaking repossessions
To the culture itself, these are powerful lessons
These niggas always smiled when I came around
They let you know my reputation when you in my town
A real nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one’s at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered because that was your dog
Now you hands-on, but things don’t ever seem right
You make a call to give your lawyer the green-light
He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
It’s so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar accounted for, double M the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it’s repossessed
Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that Cash Rules
Success is a precious jewel
Planting poison in a nigga mind
Chilling with your boys when it’s time to grind
We both come from those humble beginnings
Still can’t believe we never followed each other on Twitter
Funny thing is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one choice
You can take an L or take the shell
It's still double M we making mills
Made niggas respect my hustle on both coasts
I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest
I need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closest
You still digging through ashtrays killing the roaches
And I never took an L back when Meek fell
Just drove the numbers all the way back up at retail
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it’s repossessed
Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that Cash Rules
Success is a precious jewel
Can’t be writing checks with your eyes closed
While you living out of homes in different time zones
Mind blown finna strip you out your rhinestones
Pistol to your ear, this that level I’m on
I apologize woadie but this all I got
Everybody in this office we could die tonight
I never met an artist who fully recouped
These the deals the deal dealers wanna deal to you
Young niggas, time to act your age
Buying belts you seen on other niggas waists
Hoes fucking for follows, they wanna post online
Whole time, shorty knowing I’m the gold mine
Put it on all he needed was a co sign
Black minks and gloves, nigga, the whole nine
TV on the Rolls, shit, I had to hold mine
You’ll foreclose or fold just for soul signs
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it’s repossessed
Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that Cash Rules
Success is a precious jewel
Success is a precious jewel
Success is a precious jewel
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Money Dance
(feat. The-Dream)
Ma, hey give me a black bottle
I can't dance good but I'mma dance tonight, you hear me?
Baby just don't step on my feet, nigga toes hurting
Uh, uh
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky looking glassy
Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me
Secret service wanna see me driving taxis
Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game nigga
Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us
Repertoire hustle such a tenacity
High roller, bet us another masterpiece
More Rakim then maybe Master P
Crazy nigga paid in full I'm tryna buy the beach
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
[The-Dream:]
No girl under ten
No whip under a hundred grand
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Man I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance
Top Forbes, poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms on reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex cheerleader flipping now this nigga truth
Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave
Black with me everywhere I go he'll gun you down
Full clips, magazines yeah the Forbes list
If this all for nickle recount it, it's bullsht
But when they right we do the money dance
Fly nigga my nigga Randall Cunningham
When she hear the slang then she know the name
Italian coupes for the suits I spend it on the chain
Pool so long we should take a swim
I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin
I wanna see your friends come do the money dance
Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holding hands
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
[The-Dream:]
No girl under ten
No whip under a hundred grand
Man I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance
[The Dream & Rick Ross:]
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Come on y'all yeah you know we got it
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?
You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it
As the world turn and the weed twist
Flew a hundred niggas to Veil on a ski trip
Put away the dope we can see the slopes
We built this shit together why it mean the most
Head on collision somehow I walk away
Give you music for free recouping with the yay
You're rocking with the bowtie Don
In god we trust, I bust and post bond
In the hood we the Run-DMCs
Best quotes and wrote we don't need
Death Row on foul like Cool C
Big flossy the bitches like "who's he?"
The corvette was a beast I had to lease
Six months then we're free to holler, "peace"
Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops
Leave you floating, hope you getting them ten a pop
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
[The-Dream:]
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through niggas they ain't stopping this
I bring the beach to the front door
All bitches out the pool we need to park the boat
Turn South Georgia to Florida
And turn the rest over to the lawyers
Cause we ain't tryna hurt nobody
Just tryna bring life to the party
If I ain't change you mind think whatever
One thing you can't change is I changed the weather
And this my Rockafella flow
And you just on hella dope, I'm hella dope
This for real niggas with Maybachs
All debts forgiven this is the payback
Yea, see what I did right there?
I just made that money dance
Hah, oh shit, Ross
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Yeah, yeah, see you on the other side
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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We Gon Make It
Breaking news from Baltimore, a city on edge since the death of a suspect while in police custody, his spine nearly severed.
Tonight those tensions fueling violent protests now.
Dramatic images coming in at this hour.
You can see some people there on the streets throwing rocks and bricks at police officers
Lil homies livin' like it's no tomorrow
Caught a charge smokin' large in a stolen car
He called his mom, guess he figured she would post his bond
Times have changed and she really runnin' low on funds
Hung up the phone, in the cell still in his Foams
Reekin' of the weed, that's all his money blown
Now it's time to tell yourself, nigga, "We gon' make it"
And 15 hundred cash, nigga, we gon' make it
A free felon on their ass, nigga, we gon' make it
Homie steppin' on the gas, nigga, we gon' make it
I told myself so many times, nigga, we gon' make it
Cryin' in the dark, nigga, we gon' make it
Countin' cash 6 days, nigga, we gon' make it
Let them haters be the haters, nigga we gon' make it
Put your back against the wall, nigga we gon' make it
And if you black, this for us all, nigga we gon' make it
They say we just a bunch of thugs, don't stand for nothin'
Disgrace to our race, don't belong in public
It was us against the world from the first day
Let us bow our heads, may we all pray
Throwin' bricks at the man, we gon' make it
Genocide not in the plans, we gon' make it
Pray my son understands, we gon' make it
Know God holdin' our hands, we gon' make it
No power in December, nigga we gon' make it
Stove open, I remember, nigga we gon' make it
These the words mama whispered, we gon' make it
Still holdin' on my pistol, nigga we gon' make it
I seen a lot of niggas fall, still standin' tall
And a lot of people talk you've never seen talk
When your man testify, that's a coin toss
Never trust niggas, hit 'em with a moonwalk
Billy Jean, Billy Jean, oh Billy Jean
Say a prayer for my team, we gon' make it
Hold your head to the sky, we gon' make it
All my niggas gettin' high, we gon' make it
They say we just a bunch of thugs, don't stand for nothin'
Disgrace to our race, don't belong in public
It was us against the world from the first day
Let us bow our heads, may we all pray
Throwin' bricks at the man, we gon' make it
Genocide not in the plans, we gon' make it
Pray my son understands, we gon' make it
Know God holdin' our hands, we gon' make it
Demonstrators jumping on police cars, setting some on fire, the city in rubbles,
rubber bullet shooting chaos. Looters robbing stores in broad daylight
They sayin' we animals and we actin' like we ready to go 'head
If you don't bring him to justice, if you don't bring him to town square,
you're gonna see all these people in your motherfuckin' neighborhood
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Bill Gates
Call me Bill Gates
I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me
Uh, ya heard me
I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when you need me bitch
Ya heard me bitch
Bitch, ya heard me bitch!
Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas
Niggas is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever
Court dates and caskets I'm trine stay composed
Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul
Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil
At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels
Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall
I got a bitch who licking balls my back against the wall
All black photographs that speak a million words
One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds
Louis towels and the Gucci slides
Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and I'm about to build a benihana
Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats
Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices
All my people eat at the table when we say our grace
One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place
Twelve disciples, I got two shooters nigga ten bodies
Caught a few niggas living think that I ain't bout it
Thinkin shirts blood stained come with the drug game
Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains
Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble
Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you
Louis towels and the Gucci slippers
Bill gates still real and I keep it trilla
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and I'm about to build a benihana
Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat
Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat
Niggas follow me in hopes of finding my stash box
In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top
Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down
Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud
I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fucking up
So fuck a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and I'm about to build a benihana
Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
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Money & Powder
I bought a mansion in the Bahamas with the all red walls
Snatching lobster out the water, every butter for my dawgs
My bitches got ass if they don't we go and get it
Six wheel G wagon, let 'em wrap it with the ribbon
She can take a selfie in it for that head, the bird give it
Took me down for questionin' ain't said a word in it
First 48 I coulda had a role in it
Chopper make 'em say ungh, pussy boy no limit
I can make a bitch a star hashtag me a ex
If a pussy be the best, we let 'em know that's via text
Set tools on my body, head down to my legs
Cash rules everybody 'til they make it to the FED's
Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder
All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder
Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder
All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder
Dade County where we still get pussy niggas segregated
Ain't no need for picking sides cause ain't no peaceful demonstrations
It get's deeper by the dollar
I'm that dope boy, Harry Potter
Whippin' cain let me drive it cross the street for Cindy Crawford
Out in Deli I be booming, Robert Downey Jr
All these other niggas broke and trust is more than just a rumor
Brand new red Ferrari , Polo my new hobby
Still take a picture with you broke niggas in the lobby
Baking soda did the job
Welcome to the mob
Run up on your bus and get these pussy niggas robbed
My niggas call me slob
You can call me slime
And you better call me rich, look how I got the whips in line
Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder
All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder
Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder
All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder
Money and the power, money and the power
All my niggas grind for is that money and the power
Money and the power, money and the power
All my niggas hustle is for the money and the power
Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder
All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder
Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder
All my niggas grind for is a hunnid keys of powder
Money and the power, money and the power
All my niggas trapping go for is the money and the power
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Geechi Liberace
Geechi Liberace, rings on every finger
In the south with the AC set at 69 at all times
I fell asleep with the rollie on
A young Michael Corleone
Custom made suits and designer shoes
Takes two hours to go through my shoes
Ex slave proud feel nigga
Next Trayvon Martin, Emmitt Till nigga
My nappy hair who say that life is fair
My family mean the world although I'm never there
These days nothing makes sense
Sad seeing all these G's on this fake shit
Text a nigga phone avoiding my calls
Only thing you got is your word and your balls
Get up on my level you say you a boss
Everybody seen it we know that you're soft
Heard you went and got a lawyer you niggas is lost
If they say I'm not the biggest you tell them they false
I'm out in Vegas and I'm tricking off
Out in L.A. freeway Ricky Ross
Testified on over forty dudes
I seen the documents I'm who he wanna sue
He testifies for a state allowance
Then does a blog like your favorite coward
Down to roll, I might enroll and graduate from Howard
I love to roll and marinate just enjoy the sour
Or another hooligan at U of M
Bitches on the honor roll I need me two of them
When it comes to chicks I need a few of them
Had a set of twins now I got me two of them
Sit the marbles statues on the glass floors
Glass slippers no cracks for the task force
Every mil I count my momma screaming yes lord
Geeci ring on every finger at the chess board
I fell asleep half naked
I woke up to a sexy jamaican
Penthouse suite fifty ninth floor
The other fifty eight were totally vacant
True wealth, in seek of this true wealth
True wealth, in seek of this true wealth
I once made love to a princess
For security reasons lets call her impress
I'm well groomed ready for the throne
I learned them panty wars can take a toll
Holy ghost reading through the book of Job
Overdose plead for my pot of gold
Smoking dope just hoping that I don't explode
Try to open up my mind I got a hundred hoes
Brain, all I want is the brain
Imma give my son the game, tell him stay away from fame
I'm just tryna be a better boy
Every year they say I'm selling more
Look at the bitches that you settle for
This the yacht club leave them on the paddle board
True G, geeci liberace
In the three piece suede black versace
We could take over the world
We could take over the world
Sit the marbles statues on the glass floors
Glass slippers no cracks for the task force
Every mil I count my momma screaming yes lord
Geechi ring on every finger at the chess board
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Icon
(feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Rick Ross (Anthony Hamilton):]
(Down here in the ghetto)
I can't see 'em running down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
(This is where dreams are made)
I can't see 'em running down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
[Rick Ross:]
I just came to get the millions
I just came for the millions
Young Hov, I see you nigga
I got the Blueprint in my back pocket nigga
I did what you told me nigga
Look at me nigga, I got so much fucking money
Too many bitches, the homies could fuck 'em for me
Winning in real estate, opening restaurants
And I really don't give a fuck who rolling the next blunt
Check, real nigga born, Carol city raised
See you niggas scorn, I wasn't phased
It was a phase, look at my face
I wanna race, I set a pace
As a fat boy, I had to catch my wind
Get my laps on, double back when rappers spit
Them niggas know what's up, they throwing peace signs
Fuck that, I'm holding up an East sign
Get in my way of my money, you know what happens
Niggas finding you funny and then they clapping
Round of applause, you looking at an icon
Snatch a bottle off ice, now pour when I'm gone
[Anthony Hamilton:]
One day I'm gonna be
(One day I'm gonna be)
Getting up out of these slums
Then they gonna see
(One day they gonna see me)
All that I can become
All eyes on me
(All eyes are watching)
Just a young buck tryna come up
I can be a nice one, I can be a rude one
I can be an icon
Living the life of a dreamer
Living out the life of a dreamer
Yeah
[Rick Ross:]
I'm very persuasive
I know a few masons
Crack dealers need me as their motivation
Started at the bottom, blind leading the blind
I did it by myself so it took me some time
No Dr. Dres, no Eminems, no Neptunes, no Timbalands
Just doing him, and I'd do it again
Self made real niggas feeling him
God forgives and I don't is what the streets said
You and I know it's on till the beef dead
Rest in peace hater, as I get a massage
No longer a Don, a fucking icon
[Anthony Hamilton & Rick Ross:]
One day I'm gonna be
(One day I'm gonna be)
A fucking Icon
Getting up out of these slums
A motherfucking Icon
Then they gonna see
(One day they gonna see me)
All that I can become
All eyes on me
(All eyes are watching)
Just a young buck tryna come up
I can be a nice one, I can be a rude one
I can be an icon
Living the life of a dreamer
Living out the life of a dreamer
Yeah
[Anthony Hamilton:]
Damn you really go
Oh, this is where our dreams are made
Oh, searching for a hero
Oh, this is where success is made
Oh, down in the ghetto
Oh, this is where success is made
Oh, searching for a hero
This is where the icon
The icon, the hero, lays
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World's Finest
(feat. Meek Mill)
Tonight the night, one night only
Already sold out
This what you've been askin' for
Double M, Meek Milly, ROZAY!
All the whips got rims on 'em
My bitch posts pics, no filters
Rich car with the parking sticker, six figures
I pray for them bitches who don't feel us
Rooftop hellipad, I can sit it down
Gold diggers in Dubai, I get around
D-boys in Opa-locka still get it down
Black curvy dress, I let her zip it down
Spin around, lick around, hit it
Black wolves in sheep clothes and mink coats
Petite broads, unique broads with deep throats
Puerto Ricans with cocaina on speedboats
Fuck Obamacare, I want a kilo
I keep a stick in the Rolls Royce
You never know, ridin' with your old boy
My cigar lit up like I'm Suge Knight
Put a bullet in a bully, nigga, good night
Yeah baby, show you all the finer things
Cuban links and diamond rings
You know you've got designer dreams
(Get it, get money)
Everything's expensive, nothing's too good
Champagne with the movie stars
Black Maybach in my garage
Rolexes and all the Audemars
Everything's expensive, nothing's too good
I'm talkin' slick with a big dick
Food stamp recipient in a big Benz
We in the party and we 40 deep
80 bitches wanna fuck these 40 Gs
Nigga bottle tab 40 Gs
We gettin' money with Detroit players
My west coast homies touchin' much paper
East coast niggas got the city hot
Count a half a milli, do the Diddy bop
I keep my city posted to the top
Dirty south niggas frontin' 50 blocks
Niggas killin' bitches over ass shots
DC niggas even killin' cops
All my real niggas just seein' guap
Yeah baby, show you all the finer things
Cuban links and diamond rings
You know you've got designer dreams
(Get it, get money)
Everything's expensive, nothing's too good
Champagne with the movie stars
Black Maybach in my garage
Rolexes and all the Audemars
Everything's expensive, nothing's too good
[Meek Mill:]
This should be the Real Nigga Grammys, where we buy Rollies
And treat 'em like trophies, you'll never understand me
You ain't come where I come from, niggas on xannys
Mommy on crack, how we gon' feed the family?
Might as well start sellin' it, everybody inhalin' it
Young, black and intelligent, what they should've been tellin' us
But they was jailin' us, lockin' us in a cell with a stranger
So they could raise us and wonder why we rebellious, up
Niggas goin' through pain
I ain't show up to school cause I was goin' through things
Now I'm gettin' this money, feel like I'm goin' through change
Niggas drivin' me crazy, they do it all for this fame
Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, they all phony
When I was broke, they wasn't 'round and they all on me
Two Maybachs in that billion yard, homie
Dropped a couple mill in the crib like a mall, homie
Yeah baby, show you all the finer things
Cuban links and diamond rings
You know you've got designer dreams
(Get it, get money)
Everything's expensive, nothing's too good
Champagne with the movie stars
Black Maybach in my garage
Rolexes and all the Audemars
Everything's expensive, nothing's too good
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Turn Ya Back
(feat. Gucci Mane, Meek Mill & Whole Slab)
[Rick Ross:]
You know, going through the things you go through
Make you who you are
But when the closest ones to you turn they back on you
It's such a painful feeling
[Rick Ross:]
They turned they back, turned they back
But then 'em niggas wanna front
They blowin' stacks, they blowin' stacks
They turn they back, turn they back
But then 'em niggas wanna front
They blowin' stacks, they blowin' stacks
They turned they back, turned they back
Watch a nigga fall down
They turned they back, turned they back
[Rick Ross:]
Turned they back, turned they back
I watch my nigga turn his back, turned they back
I watch my bitch turn her back, she turned her back
Watch a nigga fall down then she turned her back
But, now I'm back, now I'm back, now I'm back, now I'm back
Now I'm back, nigga, now I'm back
All my niggas turned they back, they turned they back
Even my people turned they back, they turned they back
Even my cousin turned they back, he turned his back
But now I'm back, now I'm back
Even my bitch, she turned her back, she turned her back
But now I'm back bitch, where you at? Now where you at?
[Rick Ross:]
They turned they back, turned they back
Watch a nigga fall down, they turned they back
They turned they back, turned they back
But then 'em niggas wanna front
They blowin' stacks, they blowin' stacks
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
A Mastermind
[Gucci Mane:]
Man, it's funny how a nigga act
Like he got shit bad, but really that is just a knack
You know a bitch that called police on you and took her back?
You stole a stack but bitch man, I would take the whole sack
"Say Gucci Mane, you the man, why you doin' that?"
He said "been workin' lockin' up that shit, it won't come back"
I told that nigga "man, there ain't no need to call me that"
When I was broke man these bitches wouldn't call me back
You could pay a nigga's rent, have a nigga back
Even pay a nigga bond what kind of shit is that?
I took the shirt off my back and put it on your back
Then you turned your back, oh what kind of shit is that?
Burr!
[Rick Ross:]
They turned they back, turned they back
Watch a nigga fall down, they turned they back
They turned they back, turned they back
But then 'em niggas wanna front
They blowin' stacks, they blowin' stacks
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
A Mastermind
[Whole Slab:]
They triple crossed me, left me for dead
They blowin' racks, I'm fucked up, I owe these chicos bread
I'm in the red, I took a loss, had to crawl back
My own niggas crossed me out, now what you call that?
Fucked up my set, my bottom bitch, she turned her back
She want rum and rocky with me, she was chasin' sack
Pussy hoe, she turned her back, that's how she felt
Collect call from Rice Street, that bitch, she run herself
I knew a nigga 10 years, it's a deadly game
Man can win those cracker canes, shawty said my name
Shit ain't the same, there's somethin' missin'
There's somethin' different
Either ya ass get pimped or you're doin' the pimpin'
Slab!
[Rick Ross:]
They turned they back, turned they back
Watch a nigga fall down, they turned they back
They turned they back, turned they back
But then 'em niggas wanna front
They blowin' stacks, they blowin' stacks
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
A Mastermind
[Meek Mill:]
Okay, hoes turnin' back, niggas did too
I was sellin' crack, my niggas did too
Man I ain't see it comin', all the shit we been through
And they ain't see it comin' neither, last time I spinned through
Hard-top bent blue, every time I dipped through
Niggas turned they back on me, tried to fuck my bitch too
And I put 'em on paper, oh that's what this shit do?
Oh, that's how you nigga rock? I be wrong, I get you dropped
I get you wet, nigga turn ya back
Know where I live, I lay you flat, nigga, that's a fact
Put it on my kids, you niggas rats, and I'm comin' back
Look what you did, made me do that, got you niggas clapped
These pussy niggas...
[Rick Ross:]
They turned they back, turned they back
Watch a nigga fall down, they turned they back
They turned they back, turned they back
But then 'em niggas wanna front
They blowin' stacks, they blowin' stacks
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
They turned they back, I asked 'em why
When they turned back, they couldn't see me cry
A Mastermind
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Take Advantage
(feat. Future)
[Future:]
This is the feeling of a lifetime
That I won't never get back
Aye this the feeling of a lifetime
You can't ever get back
So I'ma take advantage
I'm not tryna be mannish
I would never take it for granted
But while you're all over me
[Future:]
Since we huggin' we might as well gon' kiss
Since we talkin' we might as well reminisce
Since we kissin' we might as well gon' fuck
Since I'm fuckin' you, might as well gon' and eat it
Since I bought a Rollie I might as well flood it
Since we spendin' some times you might as well suck it
I can't hold your hand now, I'm countin' money
I get money just to stand around, it's hard, trust me
Different bitches in different cities, but it's cool
I'ma keep it pimpin' with you and blow some doja
We gon' eat prime on 12 down on Ocean
Ocean Drive in Miami, that's the way we flexin'
Come with me and stay the night and you won't regret it
Dinner dates, what I do for you is all brand new to me
I'm goin' to court, my baby mama tryin' suin' me
And I'm tryna take it off my mind, with you
[Future:]
This is the feeling of a lifetime
That I won't never get back
Aye this the feeling of a lifetime
You can't ever get back
So I'ma take advantage
I'm not tryna be mannish
I would never take it for granted
But while you're all over me
[Rick Ross:]
Every time we step out, she keeps me on baller alert
Gotta have tickets just to see these young ballers at work
All I got is my word and rosaries under my shirt
Give you my last, it's not a question, I know what you're worth
Blew me kisses through the window in fed, county jail
Three kidnapping charges, DA denied me my bail
Two million in cash, the property totaled for six
No bonds were needed, I got papis, they're holdin' my chips
These labels be fake, Atlantic a lake
Want you well and run dry, but these levees'll break
But I'm goin' for broke, so far from me sellin' my soul
Decoratin' my home with statues of gold
[Future:]
This is the feeling of a lifetime
That I won't never get back
Aye this the feeling of a lifetime
You can't ever get back
So I'ma take advantage
I'm not tryna be mannish
I would never take it for granted
But while you're all over me
***********************************
Beautiful Lie
(feat. Wale)
Uh, love that smoke in that [?]
Ah, she make my dreams come true
Shawty make my dreams come true
I seen her in the pretty car
I seen her pretty ponytail
When she pulled up to the crib
I seen her pretty pair of heels
So I hit her with my street game
No, I never ever say my name
I did hit her with the phone number
But looking in her eyes, recognize when I run up on you
Pull her shirt, once again, shawty with this work
I'm a different type of nigga coming from the dirt
Big truck, bruised up, sucking on her neck
Need a nigga to invest so I wrote a cheque
My dick rock hard baby seeing your success
Freaky nigga pull a yacht, fucking on the deck
She said I ate her pussy, if I did then I forgot
Or was it a beautiful lie?
Or was it a beautiful lie?
Or was it a beautiful lie?
Or was it a beautiful lie?
If I ate her pussy then I forgot
She told me a beautiful lie
Shawty told me a beautiful lie
Shawty told me a beautiful lie
And that's something she'd do a lot
Shawty told me she were twenty-two
I'm the perfect type a nigga just to run into
305, chillin' for a month or two
Five star condo to feel comfortable
[?]
[?], baby let your fur hang
[?]
Took her shopping she was slacking on her purse game
Blowing 20 then I'm out
Not outta money just let the driver know when to bounce
Stop by [?] for the crab cakes
Lap dance by a bitch who still on back page
Walking through the door and everybody know her name
Dirty game, baby girl, a familiar face
She say the way I make her feel, she wanna change her life
Or is it a beautiful lie
She told me a beautiful lie
She told me a beautiful lie
She told me a beautiful lie
Nigga name in the sky till the day I die
You don't gotta lie no more
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
You don't believe yourself, I know that
You don't believe yourself
Beautiful lie, lie
Beautiful lie
(we believe in what we wanna believe)
You ain't gotta lie no more
You ain't gotta lie
([?] legend, Ralph)
[Wale:]
Kick game, what you sayin'? What's your name baby?
To meet the favor, get your legs out the way and uh
I'm getting chains but I do not change
Or I got wet chains [?] baby
Fifty shades of black white and one night
Put an arch in your back I'm run it in your life
When your man don't be right
Why have a Coke can, when you can have some Dom P right
Yeah, it's only right, double M is intact
No hyperbole either, it's gonna hurt when I'm working those thighs
Screaming, thinking I'm doing permanent damage
And I leave, and you breathe like you was running some track
Breath, breath, something to catch
Couldn't catch ya tongue, while you cum you catching the [?]
Catch these, catch O's, catch 'em again
Then I wake up in the morning like fuck am I at?
Huh? Where the fuck am I at?
Hey, yeah, where the fuck am I at?
What the fuck did we do?
Shoulda tell your friend to come through
Mmm, where the fuck am I at?
Where the fuck am I at?
What the fuck did we do?
You ain't gotta lie no more
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
(Beautiful lies to me)
Beautiful lie
(Beautiful lies to me)
It's alright, beautiful lies to me
Beautiful lies to me, to me, to me
You ain't gotta lie no more
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
***********************************
She Wanna Fuck
(feat. August Alsina)
[August Alsina:]
Give it here
Don't say nothin', just give it here
Don't hold back, just give it here
Don't say nothin', just give it here
Don't hold back, yeah, give it here
Don't say nothin', just give it here
Don't hold back, just give it here
Don't say nothin', just give it here
[August Alsina:]
Cause she looks so good and she acts so bad
She like to have fun now we know that
We can get down cause I know what's up
She don't wanna fall in love, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
[Rick Ross:]
Locked myself in a room and it's time to elevate
Let me play with your mind and I know another way
I'm talkin' paper and stacks, givin' shorty the facts
Fire in your eyes, minks on your back
I had a couple thoughts that we could walk through
Maybe swim a couple laps, I got your swimming suit
Maybe kiss a couple spots, I know it tempts you
You should bring your best friend, that's what you're into
Bring me breakfast in bed and I'll handle the brunch
Bel Air bottles like a boss, penthouse at the Trump
Rollin' dice into stacks bet I hit the triple
I really never been in love as I reminisce
[August Alsina:]
Cause she looks so good and she acts so bad
She like to have fun now we know that
We can get down cause I know what's up
She don't wanna fall in love, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
[Rick Ross:]
I see your stock rise, only counter clockwise
You in reverse, outer verse from the far side
Blowin' trees out the window loopin' J Dilla
I been all around the world, came back the same nigga
Pink surface, that's the purpose of a side chick
My number one's still number one, the one I side with
She's the one I referenced in the first verse
Red carpet VMA's, pull out your best work
Top 5 dead, alive, looked at Eazy
Sex with Foxy Brown, sessions with young Yeezy
Yeezus, shakes, I mean seizures
You're so fine, God, I need Jesus
[August Alsina:]
Cause she looks so good and she acts so bad
She like to have fun now we know that
We can get down cause I know what's up
She don't wanna fall in love, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
[August Alsina:]
After the club, she wanna keep it going
She don't wanna stop, so I keep her cummin'
She so fine, she make you wanna lock her down
But she wanna be free enough to spread that love around
[August Alsina:]
She looks so good and she acts so bad
She like to have fun now we know that
We can get down cause I know what's up
She don't wanna fall in love, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
She just wanna fuck, she just wanna fuck
***********************************
Bel Air
This is the very best of the best
This is top shelf, the caviar of hip-hop
Bel Air
Bel Air, Will Smith
Black bottles, chill shit
Bad bitches, all present
Raw presence, dog clever
Gold dog tags, tatted up
Tank tops, young niggas living fabolous
Cali hills, Cali weed
Nipsey give a nigga tree by the OZ
Tripping if you think I'm slipping lil nigga please
Looking at the father of the southern renaissance
Elevators in the crib on the intercom
Fully automatic weapons but don't get along
Got my hands on some money, you better get you some
90210, got on my raging bulls
Cole chilling, paid in full
Now I got the juice, bitches keep it G with me
At the kings game but I got the heat with me
Ten stacks you can't even take a seat with me
Paparazi taking pics of the freaks with me
Got a crib full of thugs out in Bel Air
In the room full of lungs I can smell air
On another phone call another mil there
Got a clang down in china and its real there
You know they keep it real there
And you know we do the same here
Bel Air, Fresh Prince
Jazzy Jeff, forty bricks
Uncle Phil, he was never there
Now we got the baddest bitches laying everywhere
Call your friends over, poetic justice
Janet Jackson braids, time to show me something
Introduce you to my cousin M
Maybe we could shoot a film
To all my jewish friends, L'chaim
Bel Air, Fresh Prince
Gold bottles, excellent
Shout out to young Hov, my first deal
The transaction, my first meal
Island Def Jam, paradise
Yacht club, sacrifice
Custom clothes killing hoes, (tag me raise the roof[?])
Rumors of being rich, which is really the truth
This nigga smooth like I'm Tony Gwynn
Out in vegas, Mally Mall with a couple friends
They say traps, want they suckers back
I'm out in Bel Air nigga where the fuck you been
Black bottles, bubbling
Black bitches, white bitches all loving him
Jewish mob, I'm a Moscowitz
You can ask Todd, my accomplices
Confident by my many accomplishments
I'm big timing other naggers incompetent
Aguilera, Christine
Same thing thing I charge for the sixteen
Bel Air, Fresh Prince
Jazzy Jeff, forty bricks
Uncle Phil, he was never there
Now we got the baddest bitches laying everywhere
Call your friends over, poetic justice
Janet Jackson braids, time to show me something
Introduce you to my cousin M
Maybe we could shoot a film
To all my jewish friends, L'chaim
