You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
[Rick Ross] I´m out on bond so I gotta beat it
All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em´ taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade Made runnin´ in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like fuck the world Back to standin’ on the Ave. with a couple birds If you a killer well I’m tryna see Cause calling the police the only thing free I had to park that purple Lamborghini And pull that Chevy back out on the cement I´m from the city where they kill for nothin´ And all Renzel do is push a button
[Rick Ross] I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen 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
[Yo Gotti] I had a quarter mil´ when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team Rather you than me, rather me than you Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting Glass panoramic top, I don´t got no roof 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
Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It´s ´bout to be a cold summer, hot winter This year in march, I might make it rain ´til September
[Rick Ross] I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
[Rick Ross] I´m out on bond so I gotta beat it Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathing Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas
I´m keepin´ fried fish up in my mama pan How much y´all detectives call yo´ boy the son of Sam Zaca flesh shake up the block, that´s with a hundred grand Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun´ll jam You know them niggas killers how they name ring You know them niggas winners how they chain swing All the bitches sellin´ pussy charge the same thing Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man
[Rick Ross] I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen 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
[Yo Gotti] Lord! I´m talking all my niggas! All my niggas! Every one of em, nigga Summer seventeen nigga!
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