Rick Ross - Been That lyrics

[Hook: Meek Mill] I been that n***a 'fore the money and the fame I been that n***a 'fore the diamonds and the chain I been that n***a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes I been that n***a on the corner with the most I been that n***a, I been that n***a My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n***a I been that n***a, I been that n***a If he keep talking I'll make him pin that n***a [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I been that n***a on the corner, nappy braids and selling hard Now I pull up on 'em b**hes, got them texting "Oh my God" I got b**hes out in Paris that be texting "Ooh la la" I hit back like, "Who this?" She hit back, "You forgot" Real n***as gon' link up But my H-town pouring drink up Just me and Junior in the brinks truck Doing all this sh** we ain't think of Trying to wild out cause we cranked up I'm blue-dottin that pink stuff Maraj putting that p**y on me Ten bands throw her mink up I got money all in my mind ho What do you think think I grind for? Condoms all in my condo Pocket change what you signed for? My n***as my n***as My n***as my hitters, we finna get richer I'm talking about bigger and bigger They stealing my swag just look at my pictures [Hook: Meek Mill] I been that n***a 'fore the money and the fame I been that n***a 'fore the diamonds and the chain I been that n***a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes

I been that n***a on the corner with the most I been that n***a, I been that n***a My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n***a I been that n***a, I been that n***a If he keep talking I'll make him pin that n***a [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Blew a half a kilo on my cuban link to watch it swing No shirt, baking soda standing at the sink Swerving in my Wraith, I should just pull up at the church Have these n***as playing on me, devils wish it was a hearse In my all black shades, motherf**ing Ray Charles I used to mop the floors now who the motherf**ing boss? I been that n***a that could get em by the two's Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my loubs You a fool for your wifey and I pa**ed her to my crew Coke white, sour creme, bu*ter all in my coupe Put my dogs on salary, you see we all be blowing loud Chopper still might judge a jury, I could take this b**h to trial [Hook: Meek Mill] I been that n***a 'fore the money and the fame I been that n***a 'fore the diamonds and the chain I been that n***a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes I been that n***a on the corner with the most I been that n***a, I been that n***a My dog a shooter please don't make me send that n***a I been that n***a, I been that n***a If he keep talking I'll make him pin that n***a