Beat billionaire
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[Rick Ross]
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You know I stick to the script
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Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this
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(M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music)
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[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
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The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
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Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
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The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
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Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
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Wale
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[Wale - Verse 1]
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Yeah, uh
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Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
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My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde
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11 know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
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The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
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P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
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My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
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Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
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That's some nigga from 10.deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
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I ain't e'en tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
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You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
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And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
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It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
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Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
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Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
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Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
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Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser
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Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
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Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
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Salute
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[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
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The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
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Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
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Meek Mill
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[Meek Mill]
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Yo
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I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
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And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
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I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
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Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
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It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
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Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
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Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
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Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
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We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
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Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
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I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
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On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up
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This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
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In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
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One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
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My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
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The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
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Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
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[J. Cole]
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Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
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That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
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How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
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I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
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I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
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Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
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I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
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Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
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Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us
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Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
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a¢æ?Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop a¢æ?em
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Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
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Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
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Rock them bitches once then forgot about a¢æ?em forever
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My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
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