All Birds Rick Ross (Ft. French Montana)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Walk with a real nigga
Self-made millionaire (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
What more could you ask for, huh?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati
I'm a John Gotti, got my own army
Worth fifty million and it's all on me
Fifty on my Rollie, knowin' yours phony
Last problem I had, a nigga headshot him
Say the word on the street is that my man got him
If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all, don't need Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem
All my CDs gold but the Visa darker
Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars
Double MG this little thing of ours
Take it to the door, a motherfucker plea
Niggas layin' on your crib while your momma sleep
Home-cooked meals for the real niggas
Hot TEC-9 for you little niggas
Wanna shoplift? Come and boost this
We run the fucking game, nigga, truth is (Maybach Music)
Cargo pants and my red bottoms
Talking 'bout birds, you know the boy got 'em