Rick Ross - I Still Wanna lyrics

It's like an itch you can't scratch It's like a b**h you can't shake I still wanna Sleeping with the finest, the thread count is bindless Security blanket of c**aine, I am Linus In this climate I'm Kareem Burke tied in The Roc silent partner I ain't throwing up the diamond Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up Sparkles to the table, got 'em feeling like he's Merlin Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin Learn from OGs, Alfa Romeos and Sterlings Updated that, upgraded that Suffocation blue in the insides potato sack Yeah, talk money, sh** I'm made of that Cocaine parties like the seventies, I cater that You know what fame is? Sitting with the woman Of your dreams and forgetting what her name is You know what pain is? Flushing two bricks And tryna have a n***a strain it out the drainage [Chorus] See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo I still wanna sell kilos It's like I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the Rico I still wanna sell kilos Searching for the fish scale like I'm tryna find Nemo I still wanna sell kilos That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like you Tito I still wanna sell kilos Grew up watching momma car repoe'd A little n***a staring through the peep hole How you think I felt knowing daddy wasn't there Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets When we talking business, talking on the phone cease Feds listening to conversations through my OnStar Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of I's Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out Red velor, I'm in the white gla** house Half a ticket b**hes quick to drop it on the scale City of dope where real n***as sell yay' Everyday a n***a dies and we can't ask why Show 'em all love, the b**hes f**ed on the side Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church Rolls Royce Corniche, trunk full of work [Chorus] Testarossa top models, G fours Gucci pa** the crease off, everything I climb in, I win Richard Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing Black label everything, logos in the lining Bell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper head Powder falls, smoke clears through the walking dead The Rose bottles pour for the champions You'd think it was a Grammy win, celebration spills Through the morning like an Ambien, b**hes love my ambiance Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi Gras Thousand n***as deep, never needed body guards Thousand keys that I'm about to do Pilate's on Where the kings crowned like the grill a Maserati's on Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper Blew a fuse and caught a body on, c**aine storaging Liva living dreams, y'all DeLoreans pouring in [Chorus]