[Rick Ross]
(Maybach Music)
You scared to die, nigga?
Open your eyes wide and I pray you are (huh)

[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 bitches fuckin´ me, I got ´em takin´ turns (woo)
My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade (fick)
Made runnin´ in the bank a residential thing (huh)
All my niggas mad they like, "Fuck the world" (fuck it)
Back to standin´ on the Ave. with a couple birds
If you a killer, 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 kill for nothin´ (nothin´)
And all Renzel do is push a button (woop)

[Rick Ross]
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (let´s get it)
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
(All my niggas! I´m talking all my niggas!)
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (Maybach Music)

[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)
Glass panoramic top, I don´t got no roof (pew)
Your bitch wishing on a star, I can see the moon
I can count to a million with my eyes closed
And shoot a pussy 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

[Rick Ross]
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (summertime)

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (all of mine)
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (summertime)
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (huh)

[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 niggas so that gun´ll jam (woo)

You know them niggas killers how they name ring (boss)
You know them niggas winners how they chain swing (ah)
All the bitches sellin´ pussy charge the same thing (okay)
Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man

[Rick Ross]
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (summertime)
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas, let´s go!)
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

[ Rick Ross]
Lord! I´m talking all my niggas!

All my niggas!
Every one of ´em, nigga
Summer seventeen
Summer seventeen, nigga!
(Maybach Music)