Intro:
Shout out to all my real n***as who run wild
Ain't nothing changed
But the rarri, the lambo, the bentley, the maybach, the phantom, the aston, the Spyker!!
Seven trey, seven duece, the seven one, the seven fours
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I go hard in the mothaf**in paint n***a
Touch eight figures stuff in the bank n***a uh
Order Twenty bottles of the Rozay (ROOOZZAAAYYYY)
f** first week b**h I ordered more weight (whoooo)
To these n***as I'm a mothaf**in problem
Hang with the bloods all the crips all the robbers
See Gucci that's my mothaf**in n***a
Twenty racks on it, b**h you f**in with a k**er (whooooo)
I can't hang with no p**y a** n***a
Thousand carats in the chain, quarter milli for it n***a
You think I give a f** what other n***as think
Make another million everytime a n***a blink (whoooo)
I'm rolling up the purple and I'm sippen pink
Champagne drown a b**h till she gotta pee
She only get to ride unless she keep it wet
You looking at a gangsta in disguise you just ain't seen it yet
Call up bee's and beevis cuz she bu*t heads
She know I'm busy I don't need nothing but head
And I'm paying top dollars
Chain so big can't pop my collar
Pop one pill make a n***a spend a grand
Pop two pills make a n***a wanna dance
Pop my trunk, pop me a n***a
Just last night I had a dream I shot me a n***a
Pop my trunk ima pop me a ______
Just last night I had a dream I shot me a n***a