Rick Ross - #1 Stunna lyrics

[Intro] Black Market, Black bottoms Young Rezio, you heard? (Made back music) Black Market, Black bottoms Young Rezio, you heard? (Made back music) Black Market, Black bottoms Black Market, Black bottoms Black Market, Black bottoms Young Rezio, you heard? (Made back music) [Verse 1] Chain swinging on me every time I walk through Black Ts bodyguards for your lawsuits At the office b**hes walking through and Oak one six clips in the carpool Real bosses get money and we never beat We drop a bag and we let the k**ers clip freeze Am talking money, we go bust down the Buhdahcon I know the chef, I got them cooking up they two for one How they got another wire n***a, street ready for me Got them back on fire n***a, net worth through the roof, now we in the stocks Never limb champs for their bandage these b**hes on the block Third generation hustle and I'm proud on Smile looking at the stash, it's pile high Go and get your mamma house, not a stunt n***a Cost me a quarter mil to live every month n***a Flashbacks of a dough seen, purple frozen cuts Talking heavy Codeine, how am balling back in '03 Sitting on gold days, where them yo seen I got a chopper, f** the police Chopping on the black market, yeah that boy a beast I charge them extra for the air lift Had to put the elevators in the last crib Weighed Na**a for my n***as at the mansion Weighed Na**a for the m**ms at the mansion [Outro] Shout out to all my n***as man Pray for pa**ion, huh uh