3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights
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[Rick Ross]
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I live by the cold war
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drove from round the globe
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all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
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general electric, perfected, cooking them O's
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no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
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hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these niggas
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standing flat footed, I'm on my toes
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froze, pandemonium overdose
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paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
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Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
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preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff
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playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off
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I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
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welcome to organised crime
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money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times
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the '45 for you niggas with 9 lives
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Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
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black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the ?
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my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
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Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue
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issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss
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counting money stacks, your's counter-fitted
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I made my money back, when your accountant didn't
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went against the odds, its only one Rozay
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my nigga OKAY
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[Chorus]
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I got a penny in my pocket
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million in the trunk
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started in the back, now we the niggas in the front
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step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
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get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
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Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
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half a million for the same car we rolling in
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Pandemonium, pandemonium
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we the number 1 niggas your bitch notice it
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[Meek Mill]
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Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
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on the grind 24/7 I'm with it
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YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
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jumping out the Phantom like a muthafucking midget
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money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?"
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it's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "goin get it"
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cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
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Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it
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I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it
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three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it
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four for my niggas that be stacking and then blowing it
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you would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in
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look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
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papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
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I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodeon
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I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
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We's part the reason that them Churches got some services
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the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
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nigga called my phone talking reckless I ain't heard of it
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fuck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous
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I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
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and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
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catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
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from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
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wanna fuck em all
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had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law
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monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking raw
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she gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off
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I'm way harder than the concrete
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I say what my mind speak
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word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
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for the low that 9 cheap
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call me if you want it, haters see me
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and I'm staying got 'em sick to they stomach
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[Chorus]
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[Wale]
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Whole time, see that fly shit I've been on
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all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
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that's game bitch ain't shit
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nudies? and some J six
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where I'm from it's cold
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and niggas get at you like handkerchiefs
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God bless you unless you was disrespectful
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Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you
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they say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down
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so all that shit you niggas kicking with worried about
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catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
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flyest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad
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bitch I got a right to brag
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bitch I got a right to boast
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presidential suite and bitch
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and I never use my right to vote
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my vision enormous, my bitch's is gorgeous
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and I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
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shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
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| that boa shit we get paid with death over di |
