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Rick Ross - Mafia Music
- Yeah
- I got a feelin nigga, really that my money be the root
- Look up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?"
- Pull up, hear the dogs, Canaries, they goin woof
- Even once had a job pourin' tar up on a roof
- Dat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth
- So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof
- Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda takin'
- Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked
- Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams
- I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million
- The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top
- These hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop
- I'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica
- We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the 'maicas
- Martin had a dream, Bob got high
- I still do both but somehow I got by
- Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid
- Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight
- Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
- That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light
- But who really cares? We just throw it in the air
- Celebratin' wealth, pourin' Moet in her hair
- Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed
- Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
- That boy get salad, beef bowel movements
- BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish
- Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin'
- Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton
- Shootin' at the cops, fuck one time
- I gave her to the block, I fucked one time
- We Boyz N The Hood and nigga you Lil' Tre
- Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray
- Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit
- Banned in 1994 but I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit"
- 1996, kilos was the shit
- But that was better than roofin, that shit be bad fo' ya skin
- Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sin
- But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin
- Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets
- Kept my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks
- I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
- I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
- Motherfuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls
- If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs
- Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big
- I just sit back like 'Look what I did'
- Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
- Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business
- Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant
- People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch
- Reincarnated, spirit of a G
- Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat
- A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork
- You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork
- Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in they coil
- I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored (yeah!)
- We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush
- And makin' sweet love to every women dat ya lust
- I love to pay ya bills, can't wait to pay ya rent
- Curtis Jackson baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent
- Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another
- Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker
- To another chapter, paper that I captured
- Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter
- Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny
- Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
- I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts
- Deposit a hundred stacks, break up, won't take it out
- Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live
- I knew it wouldn't work but, I just like to give
- Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet
- Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats
- Ice so right, other rappers envy
- They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin' (whaaat?)
- Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them
- This a letter to my enemies. One I won't send. Amen
- They know
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