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Ross]
You know I to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like

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

Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, fitted cap
My high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' the Spikes

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

[Wale - 1]
Yeah, uh
mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she no dime, that bitch a Concorde
11 know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't miss
The I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in
That's some from 10.deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't e'en tryin', fool, ho, I ball like school
You bammas Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Tito's my niggas, you just we just need more shit and
It's ironic how I drop dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may see the store
Got LeBron Entourages like and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, pay me

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

[Meek
Yo
I said I'm out in my Cool 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 high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass Wu-sai
It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I OG
Walk around like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me wit' them stares, you ain't God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride that Mac tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my cup
On this shit, I stand 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 whippet pill
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the
My Levis, 501, my snapback is hella bent

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

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

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

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

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