Yeah we gettin' money nigga We gettin' money nigga We the best It's DJ Khaled doing that Big dog Pit Bull, Terror Squad and Yo Gotti Rick Ross (Ross) Listen...
Take me to Miami tonight I-I-I-I wanna party in Miami tonight
Ross, yeah tell me what a hundred cost A hundred on the watch, a hundred on the cross Hundred thousand dollar car, now that's a whip Hundred bullets in the clip, bout to let it rip Hundred on the vacation, now that's a trip I'm down there fuckin' with them Haitians, I'm bout to flip A hundred thousand of them pills, a half a mill A hundred thousand on the tab, that'll get'cha killed A hundred hundreds, young'n he'll get'cha done In north Memphis we be posted with a hundred guns Yo Gotti, Triple Cs stamped on everyone I'm back and forth to M-I-A tryin' to cop a ton
Yo Gotti nigga tell me what the lick read Sixteen look at me blowin' big weed Seventeen, I stumbled across my first ki Eighteen grand blowed in the first week On that street shit yeah that's what we eat with Turn a half to a whole, sell his ass the remix I get chickens in flocks, get the Benz in the box I get plenty of shots just if he big and he box I supply the supplier, get you higher and higher Half a brick for the rims, that's just to admire Yo Gotti my nigga, when you need 'em I send 'em I'm in debt with the Lord, at least a couple million, Ross
I ain't sold a million records or won a Grammy But I seen a million dollars worth of nose candy Miami, that's the home of the cheap price Where you can ball and re-up in the same night Watchin' "Cocaine Cowboys" like this the shit Fuck a rap career I'd rather have a hundred bricks Cause this real money right here, right now I'd be two and a half platinum right now On my way, goin' on a cocaine tour Alabama, Atlanta, Memphis clean up to Detroit Only a and our gat hold a hundred rounds So you can play if you wanna nigga it's goin' down And I don't need a manager cause I don't trust a soul One day five birds sold just like the show Count my own paperwork, make my own decisions Executive produce my whole album off of movin' chicks
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Yeah we gettin' money nigga We gettin' money nigga We the best It's DJ Khaled doing that Big dog Pit Bull, Terror Squad and Yo Gotti Rick Ross (Ross) Listen...
Take me to Miami tonight I-I-I-I wanna party in Miami tonight
Ross, yeah tell me what a hundred cost A hundred on the watch, a hundred on the cross Hundred thousand dollar car, now that's a whip Hundred bullets in the clip, bout to let it rip Hundred on the vacation, now that's a trip I'm down there fuckin' with them Haitians, I'm bout to flip A hundred thousand of them pills, a half a mill A hundred thousand on the tab, that'll get'cha killed A hundred hundreds, young'n he'll get'cha done In north Memphis we be posted with a hundred guns Yo Gotti, Triple Cs stamped on everyone I'm back and forth to M-I-A tryin' to cop a ton
Yo Gotti nigga tell me what the lick read Sixteen look at me blowin' big weed Seventeen, I stumbled across my first ki Eighteen grand blowed in the first week On that street shit yeah that's what we eat with Turn a half to a whole, sell his ass the remix I get chickens in flocks, get the Benz in the box I get plenty of shots just if he big and he box I supply the supplier, get you higher and higher Half a brick for the rims, that's just to admire Yo Gotti my nigga, when you need 'em I send 'em I'm in debt with the Lord, at least a couple million, Ross
I ain't sold a million records or won a Grammy But I seen a million dollars worth of nose candy Miami, that's the home of the cheap price Where you can ball and re-up in the same night Watchin' "Cocaine Cowboys" like this the shit Fuck a rap career I'd rather have a hundred bricks Cause this real money right here, right now I'd be two and a half platinum right now On my way, goin' on a cocaine tour Alabama, Atlanta, Memphis clean up to Detroit Only a and our gat hold a hundred rounds So you can play if you wanna nigga it's goin' down And I don't need a manager cause I don't trust a soul One day five birds sold just like the show Count my own paperwork, make my own decisions Executive produce my whole album off of movin' chicks
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