[Intro: Rick Ross]
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Uh, Mastermind
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It's going further my nigga
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It ain't even about being a dope boy my nigga
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We talking oil money, oil money, yeah
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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It's amazing to be alive when niggas wants you to die
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Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in their eyes
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I'mma stunt harder, I'mma shop more
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Black bell boy Persian rugs at the door
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Giving niggas jobs, living like the mob
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A scotch in the soda anastasia.com
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People talking 'bout me, say I got a body
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Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby?
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Big four-fifths spliffs at the boat split
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Tip toein' through the city out in Villy with a brick
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Settin new mile zones, gettin my style on
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Down in Cocanut Grove where niggas dont smile long
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City full of our bury what you like is an aquarious
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Only beautiful bitches they tell me the mode to marry her
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Fascinatin' faces, now its top jewelers
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Pina colada daiquiri somethin' blue on a Tuesday
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Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Seagle
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Only fat nigga in vintage Moskeeno
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Attempted murder I refuse to exhile
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So it's club LIV til Im ex'd out
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Gold casket my final request
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Bangin' at em like my child they want em my less
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Therefore I pray I live a hundred years
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Be a crutch for my kids all through their wonder years
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Oil money fuck up a hundred mill
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Thats just a yacht in a crib, nigga dying to live
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Champagne, spillin the obulance
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Side bitches remain anonymous
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Got a condo on Collins another on Sunny Isle
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Makin sure you get around cause these niggas will gun you down
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Got my daughter a Fendi purse then I took her to Disney World
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All I give her is game, I'm digesting my every word
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Tired of charting a plane, oil money the game
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Classics stay on my feet, Double M on my chain
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All I think is about oil money, these niggas barely gettin' tour money
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[Bridge: Jadakiss]
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It's gonna be aight, it's gonna be aight
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Don't even worry 'bout nothing
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Gon' talk that shit for a minute
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Put the dutch out, light the cuban up
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Dime the lights if you want, cause we already shinin'
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You know? yeah
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[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
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Tryna get a grip, but you just can't clutch it
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When the money is in the circle, the squares can't touch it
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Reaping the benefits from the years that we suffered
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If they dont know nothin' else they know that I'm not to be fuck with
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Chillin' on the deck, brainstorming on the check
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You don't see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette
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Keep your ho still ‘fore I nail her
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Money on my mind while I hold steel for the tailor
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Three man weave I dump it off to the trailer
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If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sailor
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We pop bottles, have the shot of the tequila
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Might see me in some you can't cop from the dealer
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Problem gon' rang, Gary pew and bell staff
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Work coming in, I sit on some and sell half
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Made it to the top over night, that's why you fell fast
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Best head I got in my life, for a Chanel bag
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This is some heaven on earth shit, you mean my hell pass
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Niggas tryna copy my style, but they ain't sell swag
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Nah, vacationing on Mile E
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Roomservice come to you on a boat, child please
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Don't get me confused though cause I'll squeeze
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Niggas know I get huge dough and wild keys
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I'll forever cash in, oil money means the wealth ever lasting
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What?
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Oil Money Gang
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| Rick Ross |
