Rick Ross - Drive A n***a Crazy lyrics

[Jamaican Woman:] Yah you don't know sir All the big belly rude boys You don't know, were gonna take it to them Me likkle, but me tall at war Real gangstas in the bloodclot building Run the track selectah That p**y 'bout to drive a n***a crazy boy Drive a n***a crazy Money on my mind, pistol on my lap Tinted windows, n***a I can tell you about that If you are a penny boy don't fall into the trap Hate all in your heart, I feel it when you give me dap Testify, come on n***a now you're petrified Can't sleep under your window cause they spraying pesticides My hustle is supreme n***a, like Supreme n***a Biggie on the wall, Nicki on the team n***a Best seller Robert Green on you streams n***a Puppet master, don't make me pull the strings n***a Iced in and blood boil like a fiend hit it If a fiend he had a genie, Machavelli would be near me b**hes on my tip ' cause I f** 'em till they drip She make me bust a nut then I might just load the clip You know we bout that money when you see us on the strip The p**y be so good but it make me want to flip I want the gift and [Hook:] (Rick Ross) That p**y bout to drive a n***a crazy boy Drive a n***a crazy This p**y bout to drive a n***a crazy boy Drive a n***a crazy Riding through the city (Jamaican Woman) This poonanie all gonna drive a n***a crazy Drive a n***a crazy (Rick Ross) This p**y bout to drive a n***a crazy boy Drive a n***a crazy Money calls in the morning, d**h threats through the night Sleep in the vest and hired a look alike f**ing on the pill, chicken bags and how we feel Ever put your lips on a man worth a hundred mill? Told 'em ain't no stopping me, they even went and copied me Dressed how I dress [?] on my property She a dick rider but you gotta do it properly Cause I get offers from these pretty b**hes constantly Click dick g wagon change a b**h life Her daddy to the crib broke him with a game of dice f** for a buck, thats exactly what I give Marble on the ceiling cause this crib I wanna flip Get it how you live, dollar sign on my bib Baby gangster, BG, gotta shout out Barry Gibb If that p**y pretty I could kiss it for an hour f**ing with my j**elry on, she got me in the shower [Hook:] (Rick Ross) That p**y bout to drive a n***a crazy boy Drive a n***a crazy This p**y bout to drive a n***a crazy boy Drive a n***a crazy Riding through the city (Rasta Woman) This poonanie all gonna drive a n***a crazy Drive a n***a crazy (Rick Ross) This p**y bout to drive a n***a crazy boy Drive a n***a crazy [Jamaicain Woman:] We in the building Yeah man, we bout to drop it ya dun know Its a third world problem That would make them Big bellied rude boys