[Rick Ross] I can make cocaine 3.5 kilos on my gold chain I’da flew to Haiti Zo fuck around and gave me eighty Chickens like the Wingstop Nigga tried to kill me but I had the thing cocked They think I know the voodoo I’da keep showin’ my Ghost on the channel 2 I’m having dreams and nightmares MJ moon walkin’ on the white squares I’m a boss not a capo Pussy nigga dying to call me a chapo Trapping until a hundred mil
Built a mansion for my killers out in summer hills Bad bitches never fuck with ya’ll We fuck em then drop em off in the muscle cars Chrome wheels and them rally stripes Third party conversation through the satelites Little nigga got an appetite We do em then we pray that mama have a candle light
[Young Scooter] I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get them in by the metric ton (x2)
[Birdman]
I just left Colombia Fly skin and ties I aint frontin’ none Bitch they call me Birdman Whip it from the kitchen to the curve man Used to ride blocks on them back streets dippin through them back streets travel with a ten a piece Kingpin lifestyle Million on the whip Hundred mil a hundred thou Twenty million on the new home Line tapped got me hustlin off of five phones Gotta get it by all means Put it down for my city from a triple beam blah
[Young Scooter] I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get them in by the metric ton (x2)
[Gucci Mane] I was trappin out of Granny’s house I broke a screen door Rappers say they kingpins but never seen dope Whippin dope in every bowl you cant find a clean bowl Long lines full of fiends Gucci need a green stove Wanna visit Coca-Cola call me Gucci Mane stove And I aint never told a soul I didn’t need no snitch fo I .. people shop the bond I just sold a metric ton
I got Ninety-nine bricks and I still wont french a one
[Young Scooter] Hop up out the airplane Me and had a got a mean with the Rich Gang Free my nigga Pooh-tang Sold more dope than every rapper in the rap game Really seen the truck loads Came a long way from the country dirt road I own little Mexico Pushin’ bricks from the East to the West coast Summer time I’m charging sixteen You got ugly bricks you know my remix look clean I’m BMG steppin everything The streets mine and you’ll never see the drought again
[Young Scooter] I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get them in by the metric ton (x2)