The Vault Studios (Miami, FL) - This Me lyrics

[Intro] It's no facade or no chapard Well acquainted with Audemars and all that sh** It's Ricky Ross the rich boss [Verse 1] Wet bars on the boat, what broad won't elope Crib like Scott Storch all from the coke Maybachs were a dream now it's all real It's hard to get sleep layin' next to five mil Still got the chills, I call 'em the goosebumps Yeah Alexander vision, I'm buildin' like two Trumps Steppin' guce bumps I'm the main event We got a pocket full of game, brain it made me ten Six b**hes' numbers all on the same napkin Now that's what the f** I call a chain reaction You see it these n***as livin' of the past I ran a hundred miles but I did it all with cla** Hands all gla**, wrist all gla** Mirror on the wall, how long will the crystal last Champagne pours, celebrate the cause Hover above the laws at the mercy of the Lord [Hook] This me n***a, It's me n***a While we do our thing, give me six feet n***a Better take a picture, this is history n***a I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me n***a This me n***a, It's me n***a While we do our thing, give me six feet n***a Better take a picture, this is history n***a I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me n***a [Verse 2] What's worse, a testimony from you homie? Tables turn fast, I told you not to f** me, Tony Started with the dishes, endin' with the digits I had to cross friendship, it's rules to the business All the time with a sister like Gina Beauty salon dream, got the keys and the Beamer On the way to cheetahs pointin' an army Land my spaceship with the spoilers only Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let ‘em know how a n***a ride Fo-fo and fo-five and six fo's Half a pill, two dime, six hoes I need a slice of the pie, fo five six As I throw my dice in the sky Head crack n***a Bread stack n***a Convertible Bert yeah I let my hair back n***a [Hook] This me n***a, It's me n***a While we do our thing, give me six feet n***a Better take a picture, this is history n***a I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me n***a This me n***a, It's me n***a While we do our thing, give me six feet n***a Better take a picture, this is history n***a I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me n***a [Verse 3] Lamborghinis and Maseratis for mediocres When the beat's over, back to the street, soldier Call cold shoulders might make me bring the heats over When the beef's over, might see the peach rover We eats but we try to reach each quota No soda, Rolls roller one on her Rodeo eighty gram, one coda Louis Vuitton, bright sides don't want ‘em They trippin', I'm drippin' in Tiffany stones Get a mop, Peter prop, I'm livin' it homes Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts Four chains I'm puttin' down with more work [Hook] This me n***a, It's me n***a While we do our thing, give me six feet n***a Better take a picture, this is history n***a I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me n***a This me n***a, It's me n***a While we do our thing, give me six feet n***a Better take a picture, this is history n***a I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me n***a