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[Rick
You I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it this

(M-M-M-Maybach Music, Music)

[Rick - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the

My Jordans high-top, snapback cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
(Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

[Wale - 1]
Yeah, uh
mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that a Concorde
11 know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment
is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out in Brooklyn
some nigga from 10.deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep of you
And Tito's my niggas, you know just we need more shit and
It's how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the
Got LeBron like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, at my 4s, cut wit' laser
Look at my whore, is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
Makin' sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me

[Rick Ross -
My high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the
Meek

[Meek
Yo
I said I'm swaggin' out in my Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew
Wrong move and tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that on me
Don't on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I so clear
We out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my cup
On this shit, I can't up, country Ks as I man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that Pill
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet
One and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, 501, my snapback is hella bent

My Jordans high-top, fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the

[J.
nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They
How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he
I'm witcha girl, you alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, smokin'
Then put my on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you we toastin'
Fuck wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden, ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I to look at niggas jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama cop 'em
Can you blame her? dollars for them bitches wann't a option
Now we much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I need to know the numbers
You just to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer

My Jordans high-top, snapback cap
My Jordans high-top, fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' the Spikes

My high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the

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