Deep End

[Intro] (Hitmaka) [Chorus: Ron E & Jim Jones] All these waves in the deep end (Deep) Hundred-foot yachts when we creepin' (Creep) They needed someone to believe in (Deep) I gave 'em somethin' to believe in, yeah (Yeah) Sex if she want it (Want it), diamonds, she flauntin', boss shit, I'm on it, yeah Waterfront views and living-room pools Listenin' to this Maybach Music (Yeah) Music (Maybach Music, what we talkin' 'bout? Shit) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] You know I put you in the finest fabrics (Trippin') You got me hooked just like a nigga was some kind of addict (I need a fix) You see a car you like, well, shit, you know that I'ma grab it (You want that one?) And they could name a car, girl, you know you probably had it (Aston, Bentley) And she not problematic, but she could cause a melee (She get busy) You know the ass is butter-soft, it's like a Pelle (Ooh) Them hundred-footers while we rockin' twin Yacht-Masters (That's a fact) We copped the Aston, you asked the dealer what he got faster (Girl, you crazy) That Beyoncé concert we took the helicopter to (Remember that one?) You say you want the Range, a nigga end up coppin' two Serial for the box, you know I cop all your watches new (Ah) [Chorus: Ron E & Rick Ross] All these waves in the deep end (Deep) Hundred-foot yachts when we creepin' (Creep) They needed someone to believe in (Deep) I gave 'em somethin' to believe in, yeah (Yeah) Sex if she want it (Want it), diamonds, she flauntin', boss shit, I'm on it, yeah Waterfront views and living-room pools Listenin' to this Maybach Music (Uh, double-M, biggest, the empire) Music (It's the biggest ever, Maybach Music) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Rose-gold VS stones as the ball drop (You see me) Bad credit, but talk cash at the car lot (Uh) Face clean without a blemish, money nonstop Bada-bing, a lot of rings, my crib a colosseum (Maybach Music) Kilos on the boat, don't even gotta see 'em (Woo) Christina rollin' with me, so you know the meaning (You see me) See me when you see me, hundred for the feature (Uh) Riches to the max, bitches to the back (Back) I'm really in the bank, I'm really on the max (Bank) It's Ricky Rozay, jet's in the air (Yeah) Pistol on my lap, that's if you niggas asked (Yeah) Tell me who the richest 'cause I'm on they ass Coupes out in Paris, Belaire in the glass (Uh) Uh [Chorus: Ron E] All these waves in the deep end (Yeah, deep) Hundred-foot yachts when we creepin' (Creep) They needed someone to believe in (Deep) I gave 'em somethin' to believe in, yeah (Yeah) Sex if she want it (Want it), diamonds, she flauntin', boss shit, I'm on it, yeah Waterfront views and living-room pools Listenin' to this Maybach Music (Yeah) Music (Maybach Music)