[Intro: Rick Ross]
Walk with a real n***a
Self-made millionaire
What more could you ask for, huh?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati
I'm a John Gotti, got my own army
Worth fifty million and it's all on me
Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony
Last problem I had, a n***a head-shot him
Say the word on the street is that my man got him
If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all -- don't need Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem
All my CDs gold but the Visa darker
ba*tard child but I got a fleet of cars
Double-M G this little thing of ours
Take it to the door, motherf**er, plea
n***as layin' on your crib while your momma sleep
Home-cooked meals for the real n***as
Hot Tec 9 for you little n***as
Want to shoplift? Come and boost this
We run the f**ing game, n***a, truth is
Cargo pants and my red bottoms
Talking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em
[Hook: French Montana]
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back -- I'mma ball first
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Anything you need know I get it cheap
My n***a Rozay make millions while he getting sleep
Cars European come and see the fleet
We're commercial; come and see us if you need the street
I'mma bring it home n***a bet the bank
Sierra Leone all up in the link
'Bout to double up, some Mason Betha sh**
Huddle up, round table, King Arthur sh**
Shorty a** fat, she can't stand straight
Spent your down payment on my landscape
n***as sideways like the Phantom door
Hundred round drum sound like round of applause
Slicker than a can of grease
Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece
Coke boy, I'll be thirty for sure now
Coke damn near same price as dope now
[Hook]