Rick Ross - Vamonos lyrics

[Intro] Pull up and drop a n***a like a domino, vamonos I'mma tell a n***a bye like adios, vamonos [Verse 1: YT Triz] Which one of these p**y a** n***as wanna Make a n***a smoke 'em like some marijuana See the chopper, we can pull around the corner Feel 'em your back and got the monkey on 'em 'Fore they turn your baby momma to a loner I stopped sellin' rocks but I keep a stoner Never leave without it, I'mma keep it on me Throw back (?) and leave you lonely b**h p**y super wet it's Aquifina I'mma beat the p**y, Ike and Tina All I know is racks like Sabrina Leave for the white b**h, French and Trina n***as say that we we're beefin', so I'm eatin' dinner Pretty p**y poppin' paint a perfect picture I pull and puff it, pa** it fly as caterpillar n***a you ain't gettin' money, you ain't (?) witcha I've been tryna get a rollin' Rova like a rollie polly Down to my last (?) jugg don't smoke type Put a bad b**h on the molly, holy mollie Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck while we loaded Workin' like a Mexican, I'm gettin' cash for it Finna pull a robbery, just bought a mask for it Talk street n***a sense, take a cla** for it And I'll get to a n***a if he ask for it [Hook] Pull up and drop a n***a like a domino, vamonos I'mma tell a n***a bye like adios, vamonos Why you talkin' on the phone b**h? Ain't no talkin' on the phone b**h Ain't no talkin' on the phone b**h Ain't no talkin' on the phone b**h Pull up and drop a n***a like a domino, vamonos I'mma tell a n***a bye like adios, vamonos [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Four carbonators in the dome Pull up sideways, two six in the trunk That's how my little woe ride Hit finger licking, got a ho on the north side Black bottles in the bando n***a ready to ride, runnin' out like Rambo Red light in the Lambo Gettin' money so you know they heard I keep heavy ammo RIP out the (?) No shirt, blowin' dope, they consider me a ha**le If ya got it, I'mma snatch you Talkin' check f**boy, so I think it's time to cash you Haters thought it was a costume Til I blow thirty racks 30 minutes up at (?) Broke n***a better check mine Ice on, even put (?) on a Tec 9 [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Get the cash out the envelope, count it on the ironin' board That's a body blow, he comatose Stand over him, blaow, now he ghost Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it's cold Ballin' since 94, feelin' like a pot of gold Neighborhood jump like Geronimo My b**h p**y taste like Häagen-Dazs Ride and die, you get buried like (?) Time to go, you got to go when it's your time to go I catch you later like a common cold, down to roll I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of hoes I rob a store, slap a girl, I even rob the poor My stomach hurtin', palms itchin' with a snotty nose Comin' through your curtains, guns spittin' aimin' high and low That's how it go, I need a fix, a n***a diagnose I need to fix this f**in' sickness before I explode My momma said the streets wicked, I said ma I know And only thing pops said was how much I owe And cops givin' n***as tickets just for drivin' slow And tell me its the codeine, I saw high and low A giant with the green, I ain't jolly though It's YM , that's my team, n***a, vamanos [Hook]