Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Mill]
Shitting on these haters, hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, 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 rich and I got yo
All in my whip and she all on my
a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit a candle got lit
'Cause I burn down, yeah I'm in my bag
And niggas so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the 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 never ask my
Treat that bad bitch a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and back like word