[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Respect a man who can turn his own key
Twenty women in the crib, I'm talking hide and seek
The lifestyle that I live, niggas deserve to see
So I let you in my crib just as a courtesy
To put your on niggas, what your goals for
That's why I bought the Wraith and two ghosts for
Making music but the snitches say we dope boy
Woke up to US Marshals kicking the door, boy
Black Dali in my all black Impala
Or red Caprice where I'm known in these streets
Come to your city nigga and I'm never checking in
Cause my hitters who hit it never respected him
We put your home address nigga off of LinkedIn in
Man, who hotter than Yowda, my nigga Meek and them
50 financial woes, I never speak of them
Years ago Pimpin’ Curly we know we ethered him
At the Mayweather fight, I got my gun tuck (Boss)
Second row and I'm smiling just like I'm Young Buck
Young king, drug ring, Bun B, Pimp C
Rep mine as I ride on my enemies
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I need a ten piece of lemon pepper
Don’t hit my phone unless it’s 10 or better
I tell the bitch, look, hold the ranch
All these hundreds busting up my bench
You want this whole chick, meet me at the Wing Stop
You want this half a bird, meet me at the Wing Stop
You need this nine pack, meet me at the Wing Stop
A four and a baby, meet me at the Wing Stop
Respect a man who can turn his own key
Twenty women in the crib, I'm talking hide and seek
The lifestyle that I live, niggas deserve to see
So I let you in my crib just as a courtesy
To put your on niggas, what your goals for
That's why I bought the Wraith and two ghosts for
Making music but the snitches say we dope boy
Woke up to US Marshals kicking the door, boy
Black Dali in my all black Impala
Or red Caprice where I'm known in these streets
Come to your city nigga and I'm never checking in
Cause my hitters who hit it never respected him
We put your home address nigga off of LinkedIn in
Man, who hotter than Yowda, my nigga Meek and them
50 financial woes, I never speak of them
Years ago Pimpin’ Curly we know we ethered him
At the Mayweather fight, I got my gun tuck (Boss)
Second row and I'm smiling just like I'm Young Buck
Young king, drug ring, Bun B, Pimp C
Rep mine as I ride on my enemies
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I need a ten piece of lemon pepper
Don’t hit my phone unless it’s 10 or better
I tell the bitch, look, hold the ranch
All these hundreds busting up my bench
You want this whole chick, meet me at the Wing Stop
You want this half a bird, meet me at the Wing Stop
You need this nine pack, meet me at the Wing Stop
A four and a baby, meet me at the Wing Stop
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