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

1: Rick Ross]

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

[Verse 2: Ecko]
Breitling flooded links and rings to me
Everyday another say what they gonna do to me
Please I'm chillin' with my booya trap
Niggas a who where what
Not ya'll
Got me up
Benz coup or up
shoota run up on ya point blank buck buck
Fuck a blog my cars a hundred
Put ya ass in a bag ask if a problem
Boy
I ain't gotta move a thumb a soo-woo one in the head
I squeeze from ya neck down
I deal now
Told my young boy I hope my steal
Started a steer down
Ended up front page stomped in the warehouse
My alibi told the courts know my whereabouts
Feared by many by few
I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I don't care you bro
I'ma do me if I squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that yayo keep my bankin'
That's the to precede a new squad
New cash my ass lose your arm
Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the side
Brought my to New York villa on the west side
on Miami Beach
Ballin' like Heat
Everybody know you see runnin' Miami streets