[Intro: Rick Ross]
Trae I see ya, Rozay
I-I-Inkredible
Know what it is
M-M-M-Maybach Music
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix
Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring or nugget
Niggas like the ride, sip lean out the bucket
I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas
Hard times call for drastic measures
I call my dog, he bought a mac 11
40 rounds hollerin where the yola at?
Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap
Microphone, Michael corleone I know I’m wrong
The man up above love for me to sing them poems
So sing along, you know the song I sing
Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team
It’s Rozay, I need 100 bottles
Yellow bitches, all of em swallow
H town, nigga 305
I can move them packs, each and every night
[Verse 2: Trae]
Ughh, chyea, haha, uhh
Triple black panamera phantom of the streets
Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats
All these stones on my my neck and wrist part of the streets
Used to … endangered now its part of my seats
I’m in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin
Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain't an option
Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings
Competition is murder, haters I'm killin
Fuck a money machine, I dont count it I blow it
Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it
I’m a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless
I’m the city of Houston, you can tell them its Texas
The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas
Behind something that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas
These other dudes yellin truth, they only imitation
And when I see them its fuck ‘em minus the penetration
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Uhuh, yea, uh
We're gettin situated (Mmm), I know you bitches hate it
I’m in a new Aston, the one Swizz created (Haa-ha)
I can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded (Yeah)
Before you become a member you get initiated (Uh-huh)
A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon
The hood still love me cuz I never left them (Uh-uh)
I distribute it (Yeah), I get rid of it (Yep)
Its all comin back (Uhh), every bit of it
I’m territorial, its your memorial (Yeah)
But don't feel bad, I’m talkin to all of you (Yeah)
This is real shit, and that's nonsense (Uh-huh)
I got AKs (What?), I got Thompsons (Haha)
I got investors (Yeah), I get sponsors (Uh)
They scared of the crew (Scared), I’m wit monsters (What?)
It ain't nothin for sure but we touchin the raw (Uh)
And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door
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