Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
shit is highly sophisticated
I just make it easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Rick
I'm so
To get a verse me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single
I'm from the city where the Muslims even hate it
Even the black folk to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne
Just a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mil so times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but shit get complicated
I your card, I know you're pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe you'll to kill me for that combination
another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this amazing
Got a bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sipping and that motherfucker concentrated
for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Ross]
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Payton
The game sweet, all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, we made it (Ugh!)

[Verse 2: Rick
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and later
I bust her then I tell her I'mma lick her later
Pull out the and spray that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay down these who still be masquerading
We you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting so you'll never hear me talking petty
on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other cooling, ain't it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti will have yo ass on TMZ
news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on these haters, ball hard D
Ever I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no
But I be on my grind I ain't got no paper
But I'm so and I got yo bitch
All in my whip and she all on my
With a on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit a candle got lit
'Cause I shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad my turn now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she so
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for
I my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo refrigerator
Boy you an
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I ask my amount
Treat bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and back like word