[Whole Slab]
Look at nigga Rozay, look at him
Out there with that CrossFit shit
Nigga think he a boxer, workin´ out and shit
Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga

Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga
This nigga think he the champ
Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him
Ya dig?

[Rick Ross]
I been touchin´ that set, I made my way to a key
I´m so in love with the trap, I bought a house ´cross the street
Quarter key got me livin´ like I´m Don King
Heavyweight, I´m in the ring nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Don´t make me hit you ´cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Runnin´ off with all your things, ding ding

[Whole Slab]
License been suspended, ridin´ with the yay
I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay
Smokin´, bottle poppin´, Belaire Rose
And I don´t give a fuck what pussy niggas say
Michelangelo of this trap game
Traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing
We mix that eighteen, now it´s thirty-six
Turned that midget to a brick, that´s a pretty flip
Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches
I don´t get my dick sucked, unless it´s two bitches
My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight
I´m sleepin´ in the trap, we open every day
I´m parkin´ on my block, I´m beatin´ on my street
Twelve all on my ass, they locked my woe up last week

These niggas know they pussy, talkin´ bout they robbin´
Talkin´ bout they eatin´, these niggas out here starvin´

[Rick Ross]
I been touchin´ that set, I made my way to a key
I´m so in love with the trap, I bought a house ´cross the street
Quarter key got me livin´ like I´m Don King
Heavyweight, I´m in the ring nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Don´t make me hit you ´cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Runnin´ off with all your things, ding ding

[Rick Ross]

Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle
Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle
I´m the Thrilla in Manila, Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla
My cousin certified killer
When he died, I know I cried a river
You come and go, that came down from the Lord
Every night I hear those AKs like a fuckin´ voice
Hallelujah, momma screamin´ "Hallelujah"
Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter
For this cocaine, they standin´ in this cold rain
In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing
Heat game, season tickets, that´s for my whole team
´88 Mike Tyson, that´s with the gold teeth
Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams

[Rick Ross]
I been touchin´ that set, I made my way to a key
I´m so in love with the trap, I bought a house ´cross the street
Quarter key got me livin´ like I´m Don King
Heavyweight, I´m in the ring nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Don´t make me hit you ´cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Runnin´ off with all your things, ding ding