[Intro: Rick Ross]
Coast to coast instrumental
Red and blue what it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD’s it ain’t nothing but love nigga
Maybach music is deeper than the rap nigga
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Millionaires
I don’t know Murs but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas first
Fake tough guys it ain’t even in your blood
Sex money murder all them niggas give me love
Out in Chi-town all them G’s get cabbage
Just indicted dough gave ‘em king pin status
Shittin’ on these rappers undercover faggots
And I brought some work with me for the questions they keep askin’
Masarati blue it match the denim in the fashion
Make haters smile but that mack 11 laughin’
Fuck a few stars
Fuck a few celebs
Fuck it fly a coast
Baby we the best
Hoes wanna text
I never wanna talk
Got the burner in the winter in the middle of New York
Better hear the facts cause it’s deeper than the rap
I got people that eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob threshold
See the dress code
I don’t say shit twice
I’m Marc Ecko
I’m so Complex
And there’s no contest
I sold fake dope in my own complex
Before ya a star better come and join the mob
You know the rules wack a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl wanted bling but ya girl just a fling
I’m a boom that boy when that girl was ya thing
Boss
Coast to coast instrumental
Red and blue what it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD’s it ain’t nothing but love nigga
Maybach music is deeper than the rap nigga
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Millionaires
I don’t know Murs but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas first
Fake tough guys it ain’t even in your blood
Sex money murder all them niggas give me love
Out in Chi-town all them G’s get cabbage
Just indicted dough gave ‘em king pin status
Shittin’ on these rappers undercover faggots
And I brought some work with me for the questions they keep askin’
Masarati blue it match the denim in the fashion
Make haters smile but that mack 11 laughin’
Fuck a few stars
Fuck a few celebs
Fuck it fly a coast
Baby we the best
Hoes wanna text
I never wanna talk
Got the burner in the winter in the middle of New York
Better hear the facts cause it’s deeper than the rap
I got people that eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob threshold
See the dress code
I don’t say shit twice
I’m Marc Ecko
I’m so Complex
And there’s no contest
I sold fake dope in my own complex
Before ya a star better come and join the mob
You know the rules wack a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl wanted bling but ya girl just a fling
I’m a boom that boy when that girl was ya thing
Boss
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.