[Rick Ross]
I pray we all live forever
I pray I´m a servant to all prophets
[?], rich forever

[Rick Ross]
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain´t enough
Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain´t no sympathying in the city streets
That´s all I ever heard from my older G´s
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga´s sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you niggas´ Judas, I´m the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royce´s on dirt roads, we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh
I´m walking on air

I´m talking big, bitch, I´m talking big
I´m talking big, bitch, I´m talking big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Rick Ross]
I´m into fashion, nigga, trying to bap this
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids scream in your mouth, cyanide
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real nigga
She let me fuck early so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she getting all the purses
In his name I´m Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy
Jesus Christ, look at this nigga´s ice
Better yet, look at this nigga´s life

I´m walking on air

[Meek Mill]
You already know, I give and go and I get that dough
Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic tac toe
And these be niggas hating like ´´Meek Mill, how you get that hope?´´
Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow, just check my style
Look at that gold on my wrist on some shit
Make a call, ´´who is this?´´, think it´s Benjie on the line
And he called, tried to flip, what I do?
Make a call, call Papi, four brick in
Papi call José cause José got fifth
Now I´m 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up

Pussy niggas couldn´t blow us, couldn´t beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, that´s the team, I love to G us, yeah

[Rick Ross]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute

[Rick Ross]
I´m talking big, bitch, I´m talking big
I´m talking big, bitch, I´m talking big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Rick Ross]
Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya

Fiends lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make scrilla
Have a recording session with J Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthians, Leviticus
I´m on that bus, I study well
Getting money, bitches know me well