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[Intro: Ross]
Coast to instrumental
Red and blue it do I see you
all my GD's it ain't nothing but love nigga
Maybach music is deeper the rap nigga

1: Rick Ross]

I don't know murs but I know
I bet a new firs that I all you niggas first
Fake tough guys it even in your blood
Sex money murder all them niggas me love
Out in Chi-town all G's get cabbage
Just dough gave 'em king pin status
Shittin' on these undercover faggots
And I brought work with me for the questions they keep askin'
Masarati blue it match the in the fashion
haters smile but that mack 11 laughin'
Fuck a few
a few celebs
Fuck it fly a
we the best
Hoes text
I never wanna
Got the burner in the in the middle of New York
Better hear the facts it's deeper than the rap
I got people that eat your way cheaper than stack
Mob
See the dress
I don't say twice
I'm Marc
I'm so
And no contest
I sold fake dope in my own
Before ya a star better and join the mob
You know the rules a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl bling but ya girl just a fling
I'm a boom boy when that girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling flooded links and rings to me
Everyday hater say what they gonna do to me
Please I'm west chillin' with my trap
Niggas scared a who where
Not ya'll
Got me up
Benz coup or up
Head run up on ya point blank buck buck
Fuck a blog my a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if there's a
Boy
I ain't gotta move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the
I squeeze from ya neck numbin
I deal now
Told my young boy I hope my steal
Started with a down
Ended up page everybody stomped in the warehouse
My alibi Ross told the courts my whereabouts
Feared by many by few
I'm blazin til they get me I don't care about you bro
do me if I ain't squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that yayo keep my bucks
That's the game to a new squad
New cash touch my ass your arm
Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the side
Brought my fortunes to New York on the west side
Condo on Miami
Ballin' Miami Heat
Everybody trip you see runnin' Miami streets