I Still Wanna

[Intro: Pusha T]

It's like an itch you can't scratch

It's like a bitch you can't shake

I still wanna

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Sleeping with the finest, the thread count is bindless

Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus

In this climate I’m Kareem Burke tied-in

The Roc's silent partner, I ain't throwing up the diamond

Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up

Sparkles to the table, got him feeling like he’s Merlin

Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin

Learn from O.G.'s, Alfa Romeos and Sterlings

Updated that, upgraded that

Suffocation blue, in the inside's potato sack

Yeah, talk money, shit, I’m made of that

Cocaine parties like the '70s, I cater that

You know what fame is?

Sitting with the woman of your dreams and forgetting what her name is

You know what pain is?

Flushing two bricks and trying to have a nigga strain it out the drainage

[Chorus: Pusha T]

See my face on the news and it ain't TiVo'ed

I still wanna sell kilos

It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the pen begging for the RICO

I still wanna sell kilos

Searching for the fishscale like I’m tryna find Nemo

I still wanna sell kilos

That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito

I still wanna sell kilos

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Grew up watching momma car repo'd

A little nigga staring through the peep hole

How you think I felt knowing daddy wasn’t there?

Recycling cans, 'cause nobody ever cared

"Get it how you live" always echoed in the streets

When we talking business, talking on the phone cease

Feds listening to conversations through my OnStar

Piecing puzzles together, solving homicides of ours

Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out

Red velour, I’m in the white glass house

Half a ticket, bitches quick to drop it on the scale

City of Dope where real nigga sell yay'

Everyday a nigga dies and we can’t ask why

Showing more love to bitches fucked on the side

Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church

Rolls-Royce Corniche, trunk full of work

[Chorus: Pusha T]

See my face on the news and it ain't TiVo'ed

I still wanna sell kilos

It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the pen begging for the RICO

I still wanna sell kilos

Searching for the fishscale like I’m tryna find Nemo

I still wanna sell kilos

That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito

I still wanna sell kilos

[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]

Testarossa top models, G4s

Gucci pass the crease off, everything I climb in, I win

Richard Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing

Black label everything, logos in the lining

Bell Biv DeVoe, push poison like a copperhead

Powder falls, smoke clears through the walking dead

The Rosé bottles pour for the champions

You'd think it was a Grammy win

Celebration spills, through the morning like an Ambien, 

Bitches love my ambience

Chain swinging, ticker taping like it’s Mardi Gras

Thousand niggas deep, never needed bodyguards

Thousand ki's that I’m about to do Pilates on

Wear the king's crown like the grill a Maserati’s on

Catty-corner parked, doors ajar, on a stripper

Blew a fuse and caught a body on, cocaine storaging

Liva living dreams, y'all DeLoreans is pouring in

[Chorus: Pusha T]

See my face on the news and it ain't TiVo'ed

I still wanna sell kilos

It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the pen begging for the RICO

I still wanna sell kilos

Searching for the fishscale like I’m tryna find Nemo

I still wanna sell kilos

That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito

I still wanna sell kilos