Rick Ross - Imma Get Me Sum lyrics

[Produced By Crazy Mike, Juicy J, & Lil Awree] [Hook – Project Pat x2] Money, this that sh** these robbers out here blast for Money, this that sh** these b**hes clapping a** for Money, this that sh** a n***a living fast for Imma get me some, Imma get me some [Verse 1 – Project Pat] Only thing I know is get money, I got to have that Quick to put that chopper in your life, b**h where that bread at I don't want to rob, but I promise you that I will though Imma do whatever I got to to pay these bills ho These n***as say I'm rapping, but I could be trapping A round of applause the way these nines get to clapping A lot of y'all broads pillow talking with these bros And telling all your business, p**y n***a naw I never tell my business to a ratchet ho Oh nut gobbling s*utty b**h, all she want is blow And money's everything, got my ride sitting clean Boy if you ain't seen a half a million you ain't seen sh** [Hook x2] [Verse 2 – Rick Ross] Baking soda my trick, making noise on my strip f** her while she snorts salt, my dick hard as a brick I'm the man moving that boy, Camero my new toy Exclusive clientele, so hard Dan Aykroyd I rubber band my check, Susan Summers all on my neck Chevy running like a Corvette, still war ready on deck And money bag on your head, they coming straight for your neck n***as stepping over your kids, and running up in your nest Louis shoes are all checkered, dollar bills are my chess Bare [?] on my neck, smooth [?] [Hook x2] [Verse 3 – Juicy J] WHO, walk in the bank!? WHO, open the safe!? WHO, I don't have account WHO, my sh** in the safe!? Pa**code, bombproof Ebola-proof, New York Times want a photo shoot? Double XL want to write reviews? Sixty minutes, with Barbara Walters, f** would I do? I did it I had to get it, you won't see my goons, got a thousand midgets With text on 'em, I send a text to 'em, to hide in your crib and send a text back They put rattle snakes in your baby's crib, Bushwick Bill, the ugliest n***as That k**, I'm laughing, I'm counting my money with cheers, BURRRRR, you n***as is her's - b**h made, C section with a switch blade, STUPID I go buy Rav', you talking sideways? I'm parking that b**h, in your baby driveway How do I do it, that's how I stunt on a hater, f** would I do else? f** what I knew, f** what I do, if I ain't doing Juicy J to the fullest? That Juicy J carrying metric tons, since I was thirteen, watching Pat in the coke game 'Til I grew up shouting Three-Six (MAFIA!), fifty-million dollars in the basement (MAFIA!) I buy your connect on an iMessage, b**h don't flood my emails Juicy J, I never fly alone, my weed got frequent, flier mileage (Money!)