Kyrie

[Interlude] (DP on the beat) Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y'all sell dope Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch? (Maybach Music) [Chorus: Rick Ross] Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang They hit me close range, bitch ain't hit a thing Cut the dog food up with the manor talk The junkies they hit 'em like a canon ball Don't nobody do it like Miami does Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug Them bitches know it's us before we pulling up Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air And got all of the dope boy's hands in the air [Chorus: Rick Ross] Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends Kilos for the low and Bahamas the route Everything is diamond, can't cop in a drought I'm breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas 20 million, baby that's my water bill Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill Pizza Hut and now I'm talking Taco Bell Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil Ain't too many hoes I haven't done for real Money in my pocket, boy I'm number one for real Benz running and I'm sitting on the trunk Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked [Chorus: Rick Ross] Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch He got it done and called me back like batter's up He hit a bystander which didn't matter much And then I ate that pussy like it's Captain Crunch We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence Step to my clique and you'll meet the exorcist If you're ever in debt then you'll be the deficit In the oval office and I'm iced out Ankle monitor beeping in the white house [Chorus: Rick Ross] Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work