[Intro: Rick Ross & Diddy]
Real nigga walkthrough, been real
(Dream Team) Lot of cake
Coke Boy (Coke Boy baby)
Black Bottle Boys (Bad Boy, hahaha)
Ciroc lifestyle (Yo, check this out) (U-Biitz)
I been getting high since '94 (Been real, long money)
Money from the ceiling down to the floor (Ten figures)
I see myself, I can't trust no more (That figures, Rozay!)
Damn (French) I'm so paranoid!
Huh, huh, I got this my nigga, huh
I make big money, I drive big cars
I got this my nigga, Diddy, what up? Huh
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star!
This some real shit right here, let me take you back
Bullets ripping through my door like I was Biggie, nigga
But my voodoo strong enough for 50 niggas
Stay in my room, stay in my four cornered room
I'm staring at cameras, hahaha (That's 50 niggas)
Let's hold hands nigga (Damn man)
Let's get this money nigga, ou paka bat mwen!
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Bullets ripping through my door like I was Biggie, nigga
But my voodoo strong enough for 50 niggas
Skyscraper, my bitches be tall as ceilings
So it's only right we looking down on niggas
Started as a indie, now we 50 million
I got buried money, my bitch watching Wendy Williams
Bulletproof my SUV, it burn a lot of gas
Send black folk to your city just to drop a body bag
You talking but my niggas speak a different code
Women love me, say my dick feel like it's dipped in gold
Diamonds on my fingers like I'm Liberace
How many of you niggas really been a papi?
So callate la boca, baby
See gordito with some refugees off the coast of Haiti
Mastermind (Mastermind) it's on the way (it's on the way)
We run the game (we run the game) 800 ways (800 ways)
Real nigga walkthrough, been real
(Dream Team) Lot of cake
Coke Boy (Coke Boy baby)
Black Bottle Boys (Bad Boy, hahaha)
Ciroc lifestyle (Yo, check this out) (U-Biitz)
I been getting high since '94 (Been real, long money)
Money from the ceiling down to the floor (Ten figures)
I see myself, I can't trust no more (That figures, Rozay!)
Damn (French) I'm so paranoid!
Huh, huh, I got this my nigga, huh
I make big money, I drive big cars
I got this my nigga, Diddy, what up? Huh
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star!
This some real shit right here, let me take you back
Bullets ripping through my door like I was Biggie, nigga
But my voodoo strong enough for 50 niggas
Stay in my room, stay in my four cornered room
I'm staring at cameras, hahaha (That's 50 niggas)
Let's hold hands nigga (Damn man)
Let's get this money nigga, ou paka bat mwen!
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Bullets ripping through my door like I was Biggie, nigga
But my voodoo strong enough for 50 niggas
Skyscraper, my bitches be tall as ceilings
So it's only right we looking down on niggas
Started as a indie, now we 50 million
I got buried money, my bitch watching Wendy Williams
Bulletproof my SUV, it burn a lot of gas
Send black folk to your city just to drop a body bag
You talking but my niggas speak a different code
Women love me, say my dick feel like it's dipped in gold
Diamonds on my fingers like I'm Liberace
How many of you niggas really been a papi?
So callate la boca, baby
See gordito with some refugees off the coast of Haiti
Mastermind (Mastermind) it's on the way (it's on the way)
We run the game (we run the game) 800 ways (800 ways)
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