Aiight

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Every card don’t get dealt, nigga

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Aight, you wanna try a real nigga?

Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya

Aight, she wanna fuck a dope dealer

Aight, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ money, if you hating

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight

[Verse 1: Gunplay]

Big, big bully, lockjaw

Big, fully off in my top draw

Big bullets, big topped off

Pussy nigga knocked off

Living legend, Silver Seven

Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast

Head trigger, no rogaine

Gripping oakgrain with some stolen cocaine

Triple crosser, pistol tosser

Foreign car crasher, just a flosser

She want a thug nigga, she a little choosey

Beat a life sentence, feel like Lil’ Boosie

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Aight, you wanna try a real nigga?

Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya

Aight, she wanna fuck a dope dealer

Aight, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ money, if you hating

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight

[Verse 2: Gunplay]

I’m a straight stunna, take hunna

Was a broke nigga, one they used to make fun of

MMG, self made pay one up

I’m that motherfuckin’ nigga they don’t want none of

Born shooter, Porsche tooter

Throwing jabs like four Zab Judah’s

Bitch I'm reckless, so damn foolish

Slanging more stones than them damn jewelers

Don Logan, talkin’ vulgar

Traphouse, no A.C, torn sofa

You niggas know my mothafuckin’ pedigree

I’m Gunplay, I’m everything I said I’d be

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Aight, you wanna try a real nigga?

Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya

Aight, she wanna fuck a dope dealer

Aight, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ money, if you hating

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

You pulled a gun on my homie you better have one for me

Ain’t no running up on me, my new Versace fatigue

Boobie got with the work what Dre just got for his Beats

I expect for these songs to keep me hot with the seats

All I want is the money, the masterkey to these riches

These pussies keep hating, I’mma hit you with inches

Get my nigga a kite, told my warden we did it

Put these stacks on these books ‘cause I’m too busy to finish

Now back to these guns, my nigga Gun got my back

He went on trial for his life, many don’t come out on that

If you as real as they come and it’s live for you nigga

Now hold up your guns and when you pull back the trigger

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Aight, you wanna try a real nigga?

Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya

Aight, she wanna fuck a dope dealer

Aight, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ money, if you hating

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight