[Intro:]
We'll never stop, n***a
Never…
I'm hittin' that hundred-mil mark on these n***as
In the next two years, n***a
Yeah, n***a…
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I say, I'm ridin' on Forges – call them my skaters
You know them bodies is sticky, you can't get caught up in capers
n***as are tricky, you can't be askin' for favors
2-2-3 go to lickin', and make your b**h go into labor
n***as hate when you winnin', you wanna k** ‘em, I feel ya
Took the top off the car, b**h, I know my face look familiar
f**in' with my lil' gangters, we makin' a k**in'
When you count your first million you never forget the feelin'
That when my eyes go to twitchin', palms start to itchin'
n***as be snitchin', that's when my dogs start trippin'
Black belly, I bought a b**h, you know my pockets fat
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I step where I please, broke n***a freeze
Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans
[Hook: Chief Keef]
These b**hes love Sosa
O End or no end
f**in' with them O Boys
You gon' get f**ed over
‘Rari's & Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't makin' no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God y'all some broke boys
God y'all some broke boys
We gbe dope boys
We got lots of dough, boy
[Verse 2: Stalley]
Still in all gold just like Mr. T
Rollin' up that Swisher Sweet
Box Chevy with Diamond seats
Ridin' to this Diamond D
Diamonds in my pinky ring
Middle finger to you hatin' n***as
That hate to see a n***a do his thing
But I'm doin' me, a million last year
Even after doin' that Music Manage tour for free
Now all I hear is “this year is me”
And I told Ross if it ain't
I'mma clique on and run down on you rappers
And your weak rhymes
I lost struggle because I kept grindin'
Man, speak honest – these weak n***as can't compete
I'mma be honest, I'm being modest
Freshest n***a, come check the closets
World tour and them checks deposit
New whips with no mileage
New cribs by Cold Harbor
Bury money in my back yard
While you n***as goin' back and forth
[Hook:]