(feat. French Montana)
[Intro: Rick Ross]
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a n***a who tried to run game on a n***a
[Hook: French Montana]
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan
When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan
And a n***a rich, haaaan
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shame on a n***a who tried to run game on a n***a
Pull a pistol, bang on a n***a
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke eternal weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
Pulling n***as' cards, giving shooters bonuses
f** the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the knights of the templar
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been [?]
Def Jam see me as a threat now
Hundred mill, any less is a let down
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Full magazine, b**h, shoot for the stars
Snatch a n***a chain just for posing on the blog
Assa**inate a name, n***a spraying in the dark
Hate you with a pa**ion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a n***a who tried to run game on a n***a
Pull a pistol, bang on a n***a
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist and my n***as are the realest
What a shamme p**y n***as wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase k**er
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, n***a
Rich, dirty n***as still mobbing, n***a
[Hook]