Rick Ross - 10 2 10 (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline [Verse 1: Big Sean] b**h, I do what I do, I feel how I feel Got my drink on the rocks, got my house on the hill Got the girl of your dreams yep I pop her, for real And I'm thumbing through bill after bill after bill After bill, but I still pay respect to my city So much man you thought I was in debt for real Every day is a chase, every night is a thrill I feel sorry for whoever's not in the will G.O.O.D music or die ho, shout out to Ye-Ye Dumped all my other hoes, shout out to Nay-Nay I start my day with a prayer and vagjayjay I'm higher than Day-Day, no off day just pay day Boy, since I was a baby I swear I was OG, you was a no G Textin' these hoes that you love 'em and sh**, prolly using them Emoji's When you was a OG, b**h, I'd still be more G f** you know about night terrors, nightmares and night scares About not gettin' that white money 'fore a young n***a get white hair And I done dropped "Control" just to show you hoes who done got controlled You saying that I changed, yep, changed like I supposed While you at the same crib still wearin' the same clothes Going to the same club, taking the same pose Pillow talkin' with the same hoes All day about how Em ain't the same Em And Hov ain't the same Hov Some n***as never grew up, boy, they only grow old I guess that what coming up in Detroit do Finally famous is a Detroit crew f** with me and you Detroit food End up on the f**in' Detroit news, better off in the Detroit zoo Everybody got haters, I swear we been through this Martin had Malcolm, Caesar had Brutus f** am I sayin', man, Jesus had Judas I guess I'm alright though, if I just got you, b**h You gon' pull up friend to friend, I'mma pull up Benz to Benz While you and her are cheek to cheek, me and her dick to chin That's the difference between a 9-to-5 and a 10-to-10 Sean Don... [Hook] I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline [Interlude: Rick Ross] They done f**ed up now, ha-ha Mastermind... [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My kilos on ice, my sneakers snow white I got a place at the Trump, just to pray for advice My new b**h is Hispanic, got me speaking bilingual Some call it trickin' cause this b**h thicker than Trina Anybody wanna motherf**in' die? Come try me then You ain't real till you f**ed your dawg's ho Seen a brick and had to buy a Benz Comin' through and I don't f** with n***as b**h you wish you wanna f** a n***a Good chance she done f**ed a n***a Turned around and said "f** a n***a" Stack on my belt, double M we a cult Mastermind's in control, so n***a f** what you thought 16's of coke, all my verses be dope f** XXL cause I'm the source to these quotes [Hook] I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline [Verse 3: Travi$ Scott] I've been up from ten to ten, swear I won't sin again Raising Hell in my residence, Godly presence with presidents My day job ain't made me sh**, public housin' ain't got no fence And college ain't make no sense, n***as whole home invaded quick I done work, I done pay my dues, I'm induced, now I'm overdue One hit one, call this voodoo, don't want apes to jump out the zoo I got one mountain, one problem Plus the issues, I can't solve them But it's nothin', and I'm still in the club on the couch still f**in' up somethin' n***a please! Mama please, I'm never comin' home 'til I make a hundred G's Scratch that, 'til I make a hundred million Then I'mma stretch that 'til I make a hundred trillion Who knew one day your son would grow up and learn how to be the boy Did songs with Hov, now hallelujah fell asleep the real McCoy God damn, how you do that? [Hook] I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline