Off the Boat (Feat. French Montana)

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[Intro:]
Testify on my nigga, I’m a blow up your house
For the last few years, I had control of the south
When you head up north, either one with the coke
French Montana, straight off the boat

 

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

 

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

 

[Verse 1: French Montana]
This that heroin flow, just signed to Atlantic
I get it fresh off the boat, I get it ‘cross the Atlantic
I just fired my banker, now I just rubberband it
Should I cop me some acres?, should I cop me some candy?
I hear voices all in my head, bricks all in my spirit
Fuck you do with that bread, bitches all in my ear
I done counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feeling
I got a rush for that life, I had a bitch out the projects
She used to package the white and bring me back my deposit
I’m talking 8 grand a piece, I’m on the floor with the Lakers
I’m talking 8 grand a seat, Louie sneaks with no laces

 

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

 

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

 

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach on Monday, Testarossa on Tuesday
My wide body on Wednesday but my boat is my beauty
All my Friday’s Ferrari, like to pull out my jewelry
If you work with the judge, better pray to the jury
I got put in a rental, and I’m strapped like I’m Boobie
Had more guns in the car than the whole state of Missouri
Get it straight off the boat, yea my life is a movie
Got a 3 story mansion, big saltwater jacuzzi
Get it straight off the boat, she get it straight off the plate
Appetite disapperead, but it ate off her face
Now they tapping my phones, wanna give me the Rico
Speaking Spanish to Papi, tryna get them for cinco

 

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

 

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

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[Verse 1]Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap), leave me in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks)They jealous of the fortune, the glitz and the fame my cocaine mortgage,In the game like tony parker, snow white range and my partner pocket,I’m back on them thangs thats my only problem, homie i put that only mamma.Still rollin’ with the 4 5th now that i’m rich got these broke niggas so sick,And my daughters college pre paid, she straight – say thanks to the d game!, in that phantomOn that tupac, ridin’ through the ghetto like i’m lookin’ for a new spot, nawwt. but i’m wellEstablished, i f**k with heroin cause it sells the fastest.
[Chorus]I’ma ride bout mine, and i wouldn’t tell a lie,Take it out of town go and get my money right.And if it ain’t bout cash, i don’t really careI’m straight ’bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireI’m straight ’bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireI’m straight ’bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireIf it ain’t ’bout cash i don’t really care,I’m straight ’bout cash,I’m a hood billionaire.
[Verse 2]Uh, bossA bitch try to stick me,Just cause you f**k me don’t mean you can kiss me, nawwI only f**k with the O.G.’s, the ones that won’t turn you in to the police,On the run ?? nigga four keysI.d.’s, passports it was so sweet (they lookin’ baby!)Front yard still a carshow, blue gotti, the gotti and my rockoI won’t let the roof up, kingdom come, prince is a ?To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feeling for me to be lovedHaters want to murder me and i can smell a hit,So its music to my ears everytime i feel a clip,I’m a card shark up in a hard rock, 20 grand a hand baby jam in the ipod?
[Chorus]I’m a ride ’bout mine, and i wouldn’t tell a lie,Take it out of town go and get my money right.And if it aint ’bout cash, i don’t really careI’m straight ’bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireI’m straight ’bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireI’m straight ’bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireIf it aint ’bout cash i don’t really care,I’m straight ’bout cash,I’m a hood billionaire.
[Verse 3]BossHit a hundred grand in a day damnWhip that white girl just like k-fedGot me a white girl, i f**k til her face red,Yeah her food tastes bad, but she givin great head,Please let me say that, i really love a fat assTake her to the dealer ship, and shecan she can get thatMy heart in the ghetto, i’m married to the projectsI ride with AR, incase a nigga start shit
[Chorus]I’m a ride bout mine, and i wouldn’t tell a lie,Take it out of town go and get my money right.And if it aint bout cash, i dont really careI’m straight bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireI’m straight bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireI’m straight bout cash, i’m a hood billionaireIf it aint bout cash i dont really care,I’m straight bout cash,I’m a hood billionaire.

This Me

[Intro – Rick Ross]It’s ?Well acquainted with all the ? and all that shitIt’s Ricky Ross the rich boss
[Verse 1 – Rick Ross]Wet bars on the boat?Crib like Scott Storch all from the cokeMaybox were a dream now it’s all realIt’s hard to get sleep layin next to five milI’m still gettin chips I call ’em the guce bumpsYeah Alexander vision I’m buildin like two TrumpsSteppin guce bumps I’m the main eventWe got a pocket full of game brain it made me tenSix bitches numbers on the same yacht? that’s what the fuck I call a chain reactionYou see it these niggas livin of the pastI ran a hundred miles but I did it all with classHands of glass wrist all glassMirror on the wall ? with a Cristal assChampagne pours celebrate the curse? above the laws with the mercy of the lords
[Hook – Rick Ross]This me niggaIt’s me niggaWhile we do our thang give me six feet niggaBetter take a picture this is history niggaI’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me niggaThis me niggaIt’s me niggaWhile we do our thang give me six feet niggaBetter take a picture this is history niggaI’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me nigga
[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]What’s worse the ? from your homeyTables turn fast I told you not to fuck me TonyStarted with the dishes ending with the digitsI had to cross friendship it’s rules to the business? with a sister like GinaBeauty salon dream got the keys and the beamerOn the way to ? it’s disappointment onlyLand my spaceship with the spoilers only? foldersF-B-I’s eighty yeah let ’em know how a nigga rideFo-fo and fo-five and six fo’sHalf a pill two dime six hoesI need a slice of the pie fo five sixAs I throw my dice in the skyHead crack niggaBread stack niggaConvertible Bert yeah I let my hair back nigga
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[Verse 3 – Rick Ross]Lamborghinis and Maseratis ?When the beats over back to the street, soldierThe cold ? on the mic make me bring the heats overWhen the beefs over might see the peach roverWe eats but we try to reach each quotaNo soda Rolls roller one on herRodeo eighty gram one codaLouis Vuitton bright sides don’t want ’emThey trippin I’m drippin in Tiffany stonesYeah the mob peel ? I’m livin it homesShow ? I blow purp in ?Four chains I’m puttin down with more work
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Sorry with Chris Brown

She’s just perfect in every kinda wayBut I don’t think I can handle her painSo messed up and I’m too busy just running my gameOh, girl after girl, mistake after mistakeI tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bedGave you my word but they were just broken promisesBroken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sexI feel like shit, you know I ain’t shit
Sorry, don’t turn back the clockBaby I took advantage cause I knew youWouldn’t believe it, so I used youI’m sorry, oh I’m sorry don’t make it right, I know
We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waistConversation, she lick every tattoo that’s on my faceLike a thug, I just wanna fuck on it, that’s every dayTemporary separations, confessing my mistakesShe packed her bags and left me home and I’m still hurtYou knew shit, but she can’t tell me that it’s real firstA lot of lies apologised, the thirst realWhen she hit this thinking to herself, “Damn this verse real”Read about it Vegas, I made this with MercSend the bottles to her table then made love on the jetTemporary thrills, all these women you think I told youMy feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogsI been a boss before I ever recorded Meek songMill and Cash on the gram, they trending meat chongIn the D in my G and he throwing that peace onEvery picture that you post we comment for this one
I’m just a typical ordinary niggaBut I know that I can’t change for youAll this time I blamed you cause I know what I’m doingStabbing on your heart again, relationship ruinedI tried to change but I’m always out, fucking around in the clubPieces of my love letter tore up from this break upMy worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake upI feel like shit, know I ain’t shit but I’m
Sorry, don’t turn back the clockBaby I took advantage cause I knew youWouldn’t believe it, so I used youI’m sorry, oh I’m sorry don’t make it right, I know
Like Jordan, baby girl you deserve a winnerEvery day the diamonds on you get bigger and biggerHustle from my heart so every night I can deliverSaying sorry, lean up, way up in your liverBoss, the red bottom’s got you walking funnyGet you an agent, she balling and all she talk is moneyTake you shopping, baby boy ain’t no salary capsShe get it popping so you better bring battery packsPerfect time to relaxNothing is perfect other than me and the perfect matchThey all watch me cause the moves I make out they budgetDiamond digits, six figures on my shorty nugget
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Can’t Say No feat. Mariah Carey

Even though I try, I can’t let goThoughts of you and I still kill me slowAnd every night I feel you in my dreamsYou’re all I know, I can’t let go
Guilty pleasures late night, I call it innocentHear you play a lot of games, a couple instrumentsSnapchat whores and I got her role playingShe got her own man, tell him that your phone deadHustle is a code ain’t no limit to this dopeInvest time pen rhymes now I got it so bossInvest into a weak woman one becomes weakReflection of the man truly I’m a born kingRose from the sewers while you was in the subsCoach show love first class now that’s usSpilling champagne you should see the smile on usCongratulations from the ones who tried to style on us
Even though I try, I can’t let goThoughts of you and I still kill me slowAnd every night I feel you in my dreamsYou’re all I know, I can’t let you go
Yes I’m single and wealthy, if you freaky then tell meNever run from your past still photobombing your selfieWas we ready for this move really honestlyDid you ever have the tools to really honor meWell I fell in love and I had a great timeNow I’m back out on the streets no more face timesFor the have nots I could’ve been a mascotA limit timid with these women on my cash routeCounting paper in the ghetto underneath my rag topMoney come and go exception is my stash spotBlack bag black dollar on the black marketMariah Carey, Renzel, trending topic
Even though I try, I can’t let goThoughts of you and I still kill me slowAnd every night I feel you in my dreamsYou’re all I know, I can’t let you go

Silk Road

Let’s dodge rain dropsFollow me
They say I always left a paper trailDuffle bag in the attic, now how that paper smell And I musta left it there for several yearsIn case of emergencies, go get a set of wheelsBurning tobacco with my ancestorsLearning on my transgressionsAccepting that street niggas we live by different rulesPill poppin’ everyday I’m in a different moodThey scream our names since we walk the hallsWith everything to gain only fear AllahFull metal jacket still the wardrobeNever waste a prayer for peace in a warzonePray to keep the lights on your porch onEven better pray I get to see my boy growBefore Instagram we did it up in the ozoneOnly nigga still killing never told on
Let’s go deep into my cold mindFirst one I got it on I got it on the goal lineFully automatic weapons for my O lineWanna buy the team they say I need a cosignI got a beacon jumping out the gymMy new freak she Puerto Rican trying to reel me inHit the homey from the hood I told him fill me inOn top of that he said he good I told him bring me 10Gentrification across the barlandI thought the goal was get rich be a married manNever question my vision I seen atrocitiesBut I also see profit on selling propertiesStill rising enterprising young entrepreneurOstentatious globe-trotting out with Lira GaloreSix mill I’m born I told them they can keep the changePick me up in that new ‘rrari swerving lane to lane
Nigga close but it’s no cigarSo it better be that Ghost or that double RMy alma mater is serving fed timeSee the streets before god cut off his deadlineDamaged yard so tomorrow grows the prominenceBastard case you can see that was some common senseI entertain niggas under poverty linesSo I paint these pretty pictures as part of my rhymesCrack spots block to block I’ve been a benefactorI don’t think you understand the type of chips I’m afterCorporations but they run them like their small timeWe never see eye to eye if you have a soft sideI told you pussy niggas let the lions inI told these pussy niggas let the lions inYour record labels left with rigor mortisI just closed another deal worth another 40

Money Maker

It Dont Make Sense, If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma [2X]
Fuck A Judge Prosecutor, Fuck A Judge Prosecutor, Fuck A Judge, Fuck A Judge Fuck A Judge Prosecutor And The District Attorney Where Im For Ah Couple Kilos Ere Thing Gettin Murder Its Survival Of Fittest All These Young Niggas Killing Slidin Ina New Chargers When They Pull Up They Hittin I Got Kilo God Gave Ya Life but We Can Repo Slidin Day And Night With My People Red Lazer On My Tazer And The Home Invasion It Aint No mother Fuckin Grazin Head Shot Head Shots Seen Them 26’s So She Gave Me Headshots It Aint About Money It Aint About Shit Momma Made That Money Nigga Cause It Only Make Sense
It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money
Where That Blue Gotti Driver? Where That Big BootyDiver? Where That Rocky Roller Rocka? Where That New Body Slider? Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up Nigga, Twice Ah Week Im At The Jeweler Tryna Re Up Nigga, Got My Money Up, I Got My Fitted Low You Got The 45 Thats At 1054 Im In The 57 Sittin On 26’s You Need Ah 36 Just Hit Ah Nigga Digits I Gotta 7 Tray Got Over 80 In It It Got A Cooling System Youll Think Mercedes Did It So Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up Nigga Def Jam 5 Mil. And Time To Re Up Niggaaha
It Dont Make, It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont, It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That Imma Imma

Dope Dick

Ain’t no makin’ love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga.This that dope d***. She addicted to that dope d***.I got her hooked, got her locked, talkin’ ’bout Rolls Royces nigga,what else woe? Dope d***, back seat, front seat
Since I came in the game, you niggas philosophies changedChasing money, Geto Boys and Underground KingzWrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguardLearn to move or get hit with the John Gotti chargeI pray you niggas never lose a minute to a cellOr lose your manhood in a yard, painted nailsFairy tales of pretty bitches livin’ prosperousYour text is quoted, dead bodies never bothered usAt the park was a thing, but we skipped the swingVery place I first seen my first triple beamDirty game, pillow talkin’ witcha mayneGiver her dope d*** and all the things that she would sayShe the one that put me up on NetflixAt the concerts I keep her on the guest listFreaky things, sex scenes, a bowl of ice creamMy advice to her is time to trade to my team
Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope d***Dope d***, the bitches love me for the dope d***Dope d***, I fuck her slow with the dope d***Slow d***, dope d***, I got the dope d***Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the dope d***Black bottles, late night givin’ you dope d***
100 room mansions, I paid all of the taxNo shots, but I write all of my raps3 pointer, Harold Miner when I lean on yahPost means I got the toaster and the beam on yahBroken holes the size of a token and the barrels to smoke yahKnow it’s home invasion cause his front door is still openWhen I give you game, niggas better pay attentionI’m the big homie on these missions, little niggas listenSurvived the drive by but they gave you the shakesKnow you tellin’, nigga, they played us the tapesScreamin’ Maybach but I came in the WraithPut you in the casket, now stay in your placeWhere I’m from gangbang is a thing of the pastOnly thing matter if you black, you getting some cashIf the groupie fuckin’, then give her a passWhen she lookin’ for instructions, I give her a class
Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope d***Dope d***, the bitches love me for the dope d***Dope d***, I fuck her slow with the dope d***Slow d***, dope d***, I got the dope d***Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the dope d***Black bottles, late night givin’ you dope d***
Out in Philly I got Courtney off in the Bentley with meNiggas hatin’ on her [?] I hear other opinionsWell educated and she got the strapOn the road to riches, bitch I can rewrite the mapStill stuffin’ money in a minivan200 acres, goofy I just built the DisneylandGet Rich or Die Tryin’, yeah that was 50 planFiled the chapter 11, guess the nigga kidneys failedBitch so bad, she in a bidding warIf she needed bone marrow, I woulda did it for herWent from slice and dice pineapple and ice pearAddicted to this way of life, never have any care
Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope d***Dope d***, the bitches love me for the dope d***Dope d***, I fuck her slow with the dope d***Slow d***, dope d***, I got the dope d***Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the dope d***Black bottles, late night givin’ you dope d***
I can’t come to your crib unless you got that Netflix account baby. Add that 10 piece lemon pepper on flat waiting for a young rich nigga, make sure valet know who it is. I hate to have you give valet that talk, ya heard mePistol under the mink mats. One staying with me,2 for 2. 2 door, 4 doorThat’s when I’m gonna give it to her, ya heard me I ain’t playin no games, real nigga, real hustlerShe wanna sit it on my face huhI’m gonna bust with that thoughI’m gonna give you this dope d***. I got you hookedI got your mind, your body, your soul. You love me baby, you love me baby

We Shinin’

[Verse 1 – Rick Ross]I keep pimpin to get in a bitch pantiesI keeps spittin the critics can not compare meThey put it simple I am Mr. MiamiAnd my lil’ pistol will flip over ya ?We the best at best you doin failingStraight finesse ?That’s from sunset we rippin up CaliF**k the chips I dip nigga ?Now I’m runnin from the ghetto birdI got food on my stomach from the ghetto birdsAll I use are my ghetto wordsI’m the mayor in the hood on the ghetto termsI’ma get money I’ma flash doughUnique whips will cash growI’ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch pantiesDead presidents are runnin my family
[Hook – Rick Ross]Every dollar I get keeps me stuntinKanye and these hoes tellin me nothinI’ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch pantiesI put a hit on a nigga head ?Every dollar I get keeps me shininI spend a million dollars nigga just in diamondsI done f**ked every dime up in diamondsThis for them d-boys gettin money shinin
[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]Am I talkin for police because I puff weed‘Lotta artists some recorded as a puffyLike a pimp I’ma skip, past the ?Like a pimp order, pimp I import herEvery dime you give a note that’s a pimp quarter‘Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught herShe ain’t married to the game just a pimp daughterEvery Benz that I gain I get the limb harderWhat the f**k you niggas know about loyaltyHuh cuz nigga you the fussTell ’em what I said like I really give a f**kAnd that big foot hoe needed the hoodDerrick Henderson still sellin his carSmelled his ass no ross just bought another garageYeah, yeah they wanna be the bossBut bitch niggaz get twist in the crossI’m the best
[Hook – Rick Ross]Every dollar I get keeps me stuntinKanye and these hoes tellin me nothinI’ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch pantiesI put a hit on a nigga head ?Every dollar I get keeps me shininI spend a million dollars nigga just in diamondsI done f**ked every dime up in diamondsThis for them d-boys gettin money shinin
[Verse 3 – Rick Ross]Thinkin bout my bitch KandiceKandice was also romanticClub grave, yeah I had cha bothWhile I made lil’ Crissy roll up my smokeBoss I need more champagne? piece niggaz know my chainYeah I’m a millionaire you wanna hold my chainYou could get a lil’ pussy nigga hold my nameRoss yeah I go a long wayWell paid, babygirl let the song playI’m lookin for the next topmodelGimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles
[Hook – Rick Ross]Every dollar I get keeps me stuntinKanye and these hoes tellin me nothinI’ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch pantiesI put a hit on a nigga head ?Every dollar I get keeps me shininI spend a million dollars nigga just in diamondsI done f**ked every dime up in diamondsThis for them d-boys gettin money shinin
[Outro – Rick Ross]Shinin you feel meShout out to that hole motherf**kin 3-0-5 M.I.YayoMaybach Music, niggaI am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, niggaYa niggaz, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, niggaWe showed ya niggaz love ya feel meBut know it’s time to stand on ya own two feet, niggaIt’s like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga‘The f**k you think this is this Triple C, niggaYeah like I said, babyI got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell ’em thatBoss

Cross That Line

[Akon: talking]Convict [echo]Up FrontYeah.. Convikt Muzik
[Rick Ross talking (Akon)]Ross.. (ohhh)Triple C’s
[Chorus: Akon]If you ever cross that lineI guarantee ya there’ll be nothin to save yaI got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the triggaAnd we all for that paperComin’ from a life of crimeTryna be on my best behaviorYou see my rep’s gettin’ bigger but still that same nigga bustin’ shots at them hatersBut only if you cross that line(Hold up, Hold up)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]I was birthed in the crackhouseBut what made it worse every first is a packed houseLittle brother knowin’ life illegalNo toys just playin’ wit pipes and needlesI’m gon’ find knights and regals$5000 on the paint just so life will see yaGreen cards for the free lunchNow his green cards scream larger than seats crushBig guns for the other sideNigga try me I’ma teach his momma homicideI wanna see his momma eyesI done cried 20 years now I’m runnin’ dry
[Chorus: Akon]If you ever cross that lineI guarantee ya there’ll be nothin to save yaI got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the triggaAnd we all for that paperComin’ from a life of crimeTryna be on my best behaviorYou see my rep’s gettin’ bigger but still that same nigga bustin’ shots at them hatersBut only if you cross that line (ohhh)
Don’t cross that lineHopin’ that you don’t cross that lineDon’t cross that line,Baby don’t cross that line
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]When I’m low on funds, I’ma load up gunsSlap ya in the head I’ma open oneAfrican in bed, she just hope I’m doneSee the voodoo priest then the coke gon’ comeOpen up a drum, I’m eatin’ Oprah crumbsGot poor credit, got whore debitWalk in the 40-40 I’ma score, bet itFour tennis chains hoe, I’m progeticBut the 4 pellets will getcha prostheticsIf you don’t get it, just don’t let itA life setence is a life sentenceAll my homies got ’em, they just like business
[Chorus: Akon]If you ever cross that lineI guarantee ya there’ll be nothin to save yaI got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the triggaAnd we all for that paperComin’ from a life of crimeTryna be on my best behaviorYou see my rep’s gettin’ bigger but still that same nigga bustin’ shots at them hatersBut only if you cross that line (ohhh)
Don’t cross that lineHopin’ that you don’t cross that lineDon’t cross that line,Baby don’t cross that line
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]Don’t push me nigga, I ain’t pussy niggaYou “would be” killas, that is “could be” niggaThe last minute of your last breathI’m the last entrance right before your last stepShot a, Block papa, my block gottaCross the line – pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollasThe motto – you’re age, creed, or color niggaCan’t cut it stay choppin’ through the butter niggaCritics wonder will I last longEven though I showed my ass on my last songI gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), Cross Ross baby it’ll be a sad song
[Chorus: Akon]If you ever cross that lineI guarantee ya there’ll be nothin to save yaI got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the triggaAnd we all for that paperComin’ from a life of crimeTryna be on my best behaviorYou see my rep’s gettin’ bigger but still that same nigga bustin’ shots at them hatersBut only if you cross that line (ohhh)
Don’t cross that lineHopin’ that you don’t cross that lineDon’t cross that line,Baby don’t cross that line
[Music Fades]

Oyster Perpetual

In this game it’s all about timin’It’s all about your movementOurs is oyster perpetualSwiss, so accuratePresidentialThe dirty niggas, right?
I’m smokin’ to the face, I’m floatin’ outer spaceHermes house shoes, gettin’ straight to the cakeHundred bottles, chicks stare, it’s AristotleAs I money launder, laundromats on every cornerCoin operated like them boys out in VegasBeatin’ Fed cases like reprimandin’ these fifth gradersSkip the Phys Ed, and yoga, bipolarGet the big bread, so focused I’m bifocalTwo women, Twin Towers, I’m hittin’ sourSecond innin’, grape Swishas, they’re Drake’s bitchesBut that’s my nigga, share bitches, we big businessReal niggas, gettin’ money, we splittin’ millionsCondominiums, brick or ki, fickle VGet the thickest bitch out of King of Diamonds to tickle meI gotta lick her feet, 68, I’m diggin’ deepPull the yachts out, Bel Air, Virginia KeyI’m on err’ tackle, errwhere, Brian UrlacherErr dollar, underneath my girl urr mattress
I’m nice with it, niggaMasterMind, March 4thStreets are mineBlack bottle boysCiroq lifestyleDouble MSee you real soon, niggas

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