Shamann Cooke - Summer Seventeen lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] (Maybach Music) You scared to die, n***a? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are (huh) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it (huh) All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick, boy, I got a lick (I got a lick) 2017 trust me, boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn (huh) Pool of b**hes f**in' me, I got 'em takin' turns (woo) My n***a bought the stick but you wanna fade (fick) Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing (huh) All my n***as mad they like, "f** the world" (f** it) Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds If you a k**er, well I'm tryna see (huh) 'Cause callin' the police the only thing free (woo) I had to park that purple Lamborghini​ (yummm) And pull that Chevy back out on the cement (huh) I'm from the city where they k** for nothin' (nothin') And all Renzel do is push a bu*ton (woop) [Chorus: Rick Ross] I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (let's get it) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (All my n***as! I'm talking all my n***as!) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (Maybach Music) [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team (yeah) Rather you than me, rather me than you (me, you) Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting (skrrt, skrrt) Gla** panoramic top, I don't got no roof (pew) Your b**h wishing on a star, I can see the moon I can count to a million with my eyes closed And shoot a p**y with that chopper while I'm blindfolded (brrr) Draco, draco, draco (draco) fitted cap a halo (brrrr) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter (summer, winter) This mid-March, I might make it rain 'til September [Chorus: Rick Ross] I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (summertime) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (all of mine) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (summertime) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (huh) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it (Lord) Half a million to my lawyer 'cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathin' Barefoot 'cause them kids took your Adidas (woo) I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan (mama) How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam (mama) Sa ka fet shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand (Sa ka fet) Put that voodoo on you n***as so that gun'll jam (woo) You know them n***as k**ers how they name ring (boss) You know them n***as winners how they chain swing (ah) All the b**hes sellin' p**y charge the same thing (okay) Richest n***a in the hood, we call him Rain Man [Chorus: Rick Ross] I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (summertime) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (All my n***as, let's go!) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen [Outro: Rick Ross] Lord! I'm talking all my n***as! All my n***as! Every one of 'em, n***a Summer seventeen Summer seventeen, n***a! (Maybach Music)