Rick Ross - f** 'Em lyrics

Verse 1: Rick Ross] C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy Tebow Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair Dubai, I been there -- but f** that, we in here Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this sh** real IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks All I need is bad hoes, all these n***as gon' rat Half these n***as working now, they knocked it down, they're going back All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four [Hook: Rick Ross] f** em, f** em, I'm screaming f** em f** em, f** em, I'm screaming f** em f** all you haters Watch me f** all these b**hes I got eight different Rollies And they all mint condition I'm screaming f** em, f** em, I'm screaming f** em f** em, f** em, I'm screaming f** em I got five different Benzes This is my deposition I'm screaming, "f** every witness" Cause b**h, I'm big business I'm screaming f** em [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 'Migo hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute? Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend This for real n***as only, I still bet with Kobe Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only" Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring See my sh** that fire sh**, and yo' sh** boring I'm chain smoking loud like it's a Newport Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was Too Short New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it Two forks, two pots, I could whip it both-handed My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter I run circles round these n***as' world like Saturn [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing sh** Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new sh** Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit Yeah, work, f** you n***as, pay me though Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho Tell that a** the way to go before I show her where to go No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh A n***a trees fine -- a police siren! Woop woop -- nah, that's just Diplo And you cute, shorty; let's get low On the low, I'mma talk that jazz Jungle fever for the night Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax [Hook]