Why Rick Ross & Birdman

[Chorus]
Fresh, rollin in my caddy nigga, got my smith and wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sitting all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby

[Verse 1: Birdman]
I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel
I'm so high, I got the hard knock from the feel
For real nigga, ride around with the still
That's how I live, nothing changed, how I bill
How I was built, the life of s struggler
Got the game nigga, so the money was that hustle
I see moms want new shoes
Moms gotta give everything she want to

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Don't make me a villain, is it aching as sinning
Bathing naked in the winter
Tryina taste me a million
Me and bird had a vision, tryina stay out of prison
Gun charge, I don't bug, gotta make a decision
Flooded the audemar, I bought another car
I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large
I'm looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck
When I was at the bottom, staring at the top
It was easy then, they didn't see me then
Now they see me selling dvd's for these dividends
The bricks built wallstreet, looking for that H, I'm straight
Just call me the boss