We get ghost, you already know what it is
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Money stuffed in my bag
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Maybach shit!
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Bright lights and dark corners
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It’s night embark on us
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Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
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Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
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Now the same cats drive in Jaguars
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Open fire when you see me yeah I lie to make em whisper
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The club that I’m a member, they’ll be gone by November
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Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
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Lamborghini ? smoke a fat fifty
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Billionaire bid
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Wrists on chill, standing in the field of dreams
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Tryna see a hundred mil
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These boys going blind they just happy being free
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In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
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Sheesh!
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I just wanted me apiece
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Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all decease
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These boys snort lines I’m fine just sipping wine
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Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind
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I’m Barry Gordy to the streets
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I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
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Real nigga to the day that I’m deceased
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Even then I pray I’m living through the beats
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?
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Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
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Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch
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The Hublot’s cool but my Terminator’s foolish
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Red, blue, do you, long as you’re getting rick
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Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
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These niggas acting like they want a war!
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Nigga, you a ? Honda Accord
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I’m riding in some shit only I can afford
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? rapport
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Amsterdam stay on my mind: I just gave you a tour
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I’m laughing at the people who label me poor
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Now I piss on Europeans, you thought I was ?
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I’m Barry Gordy to the streets
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Raw blood 100 acres just to live on
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Dope boy, you could tell by my sneaks
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I’m not the type of nigga you run into at a 7-11 and
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Just pull your pistol on him..
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In that time, I’mma handle my muthafuckin business..
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Ruugh! Ruugh!
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Amsterdam, wherever the fuck I’m at
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Amsterdam
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| Rick Ross |
