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[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Half a mill in my SS Rozay, big checks Nosey niggas be telling thangs, fuck around get hit next Rolex on Monday, Cartier on Tuesday Rolls Royce on Wednesday your bitch chose to choose me Money fast I count slow hunnid bands for the outro Real nigga don't name drop throw it up if you 'bout yours Every gun that's 60 rounds every month blow 6 pounds Miami bitch give good head only time I'm sitting down Fat boy gone stand up real nigga gone man up Broke nigga still talk cheap 'lil nigga ain't said none Two bands on my shoes boy I don't know how you move boy Young nigga still kill free I fuck ???? boy