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[Intro: Rick
to coast instrumental
Red and blue it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD's it ain't nothing but nigga
Maybach music is than the rap nigga

1: Rick Ross]

I don't murs but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you first
Fake tough guys it ain't even in your
Sex money all them niggas give me love
Out in all them G's get cabbage
Just indicted dough gave 'em king pin
Shittin' on these rappers undercover
And I brought some work with me for the questions keep askin'
blue it match the denim in the fashion
Make smile but that mack 11 laughin'
Fuck a few
a few celebs
Fuck it fly a
Baby we the
wanna text
I never talk
Got the in the winter in the middle of New York
hear the facts cause it's deeper than the rap
I got people that eat your way cheaper this stack
Mob
See the dress
I don't say shit
I'm Marc
I'm so
And no contest
I sold fake in my own complex
Before ya a star come and join the mob
You know the rules wack a nigga and you get a car
Ya girl wanted bling but ya girl a fling
I'm a boom boy when that girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling flooded links and nothing to me
Everyday another hater say what they do to me
Please I'm west chillin' with my booya
scared a who where what
Not ya'll
Got me up
coup or trucked up
Head shoota run up on ya blank buck buck
Fuck a blog my cars a hundred
Put ya ass in a bag ask if a problem
Boy
I ain't move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze from ya neck down
I deal now
Told my boy I hope my steal down
Started with a down
Ended up front page everybody stomped in the
My alibi Ross the courts know my whereabouts
Feared by many by few
I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I care about you bro
I'ma do me if I ain't my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that keep my bucks bankin'
That's the to precede a new squad
New cash my ass lose your arm
Shout out to the flaggin' on the left side
my fortunes to New York villa on the west side
Condo on Miami
Ballin' Miami Heat
Everybody know you see runnin' Miami streets