[Rick Ross] Yeah, pussies don´t get pussy Brooklyn
[Rick Ross]
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil bitch Be up in all them clubs spillin´ Dom P and shit Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps D´s love her aura, Balenciago fedora Lame niggas bore her, struttin´ like she Kimora She´ll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie Brick of that raw, stash it between her coochie Breeze through the hood, niggas treat her like a O.G First bitch in the hood with the Bentley Coupe GT Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen Bustin´ down a bird and balance it with a beam 5´5", slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans They´re called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it
[Foxy Brown] It´s like damn, bitch niggas lovin´ me now ´09 Bonnie & Clyde doin´ it now, whoa Murder murder, these bitches ain´t never heard of Gettin´ money, gettin´ hurt up, impatient to leak them burners It´s like damn, bitch niggas lovin´ me now ´09 Bonnie & Clyde doin´ it now, whoa Murder murder, these bitches ain´t never heard of Gettin´ money, gettin´ hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
[Foxy Brown] Ayo Ross, send them bitches to the boss The bloodclat fliest bad bitch in New York Y´all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I´m ten million sold and that´s SoundScan knowledge And all y´all rat bitches sound garbage While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings Bars keep me stylin´ from Giuseppe to Marblonyx The .38 special in my Chanel stockings Now that I got the llama and the Hermes duffel Word to fly silver Fox, keep you stompin´, who above me? The dries, Stan Noten pumps, Nickelus Curt with platform So ladies raise your glass to this mad song
[Foxy Brown] It´s like damn, bitch niggas lovin´ me now ´09 Bonnie & Clyde doin´ it now, whoa Murder murder, these bitches ain´t never heard of
Gettin´ money, gettin´ hurt up, impatient to leak them burners It´s like damn, bitch niggas lovin´ me now ´09 Bonnie & Clyde doin´ it now, whoa Murder murder, these bitches ain´t never heard of Gettin´ money, gettin´ hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
[Rick Ross] Money ain´t a thing, just look at my pinkie rings So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors And I watch a pretty penny I´m talkin´ hundred or more My critique for ´leet, not for the cheap And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin´ with the money, no monie all in the middle I´m dealin´ with who owe me, opponents, they gettin´ riddled Box niggas up, on the ropes Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks Smellin´ like money, my body tatted with hundreds Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde, gotta live with it like uh
[Foxy Brown] It´s like damn, bitch niggas lovin´ me now ´09 Bonnie & Clyde doin´ it now, whoa Murder murder, these bitches ain´t never heard of Gettin´ money, gettin´ hurt up, impatient to leak them burners It´s like damn, bitch niggas lovin´ me now
´09 Bonnie & Clyde doin´ it now, whoa Murder murder, these bitches ain´t never heard of Gettin´ money, gettin´ hurt up, impatient to leak them burners