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[Intro: Rick Ross]

Sippin' Luc Belaire

Smokin' on this high tolerance

Nothin' but the finest flowers

Please, believe it, yo

Yo (Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Never look at pussy from a bitch's point of view

It's us against the world, you got me in your corner, boo

I'm gettin' money, I can go and buy a bitch a body

Mind over matter, so she bought the Maserati

Apartment in the city, rule one, I'm in the city

I ain't gotta tweet it all, my niggas know I'm with it

Car show king (King), cop those things (Things)

Her Gucci bag tote (Woo), that's 'bout four G's (Damn)

Beard gang state (Boss), gold chains swing

Ass shots heavy, high heels mean

Airplanes loaded (Ooh), valet the Lotus (Ooh)

In the pool notice (Ooh), yeah, that nigga roguish

Balenciaga smell, LV totes (Totes)

Donald Trump taps (Woo), smell kilos (You see it?)

Giuliani next (Haha), Renzel wrote it

HT grow it or I won't smoke it (Nigga)

LV luggage (Biggest), shorty so rugged

Concealed weapon permit, 'cause she know I'm thuggin' (Yeah)

Watch my back, 'cause you know I got yours (I got you)

Collins Ave shoppin', how we moppin' them stores

Drop top coupes (Coupes), stop by Snoop's (Snoop)

Icon weed (Weed), I got juice (I got it)

The gold Presidential (I got it), full time masseuse (I got it)

Banker wear suits (I got it), money like Maloofs (I got it)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill & Rick Ross]

Uh

Milly on my neck, got lil' shorty out her body (Rahmeek)

Met her in Atlanta, but I fucked in Abu Dhabi (Rahmeek)

Bully in the driveway, choppers in the lobby

Stretchin' out some baddies, like I signed up for pilates

Doin' karate in a Lamb' chop

My son like three and he keep askin' 'bout his grandpop

Leave it up to me, I'll be SP with all these damn shots

Dead opps, red dots, givin' out headshots

And I fear not, deep in them trenches, hold my head high (Bang)

And me and my niggas don't beef 'bout bitches 'cause we share thots (Bang)

And a lot of shit don't be my business but I hear a lot

My youngin killed my other youngin, I'm in a weird spot (Ooh)

These niggas tryna be on the 'Gram, they ain't tryna share a cot

I came up trappin', sellin' grams, but now I share stocks (Nigga)

I'm from the bottom, if that's my man, shit, I'll share a watch

I'll share a chain (We did it)

'Cause that's the life, forget we wasn't lit, we used to share flings (We did it)

She gon' give me toppy in the Maybach to the airplane (Huh)

If she do it sloppy, get a AP and some earrings

Jewelry be so loud, you come around me, probably hear things (Haha)

We caught them same cases niggas caught, never said things (Never)

Mansion with the pool (Woo), I ain't never swim (Nigga)

Sold Ross the mansion in the A, I never been (Facts)

Buttons on the tools (Woo), fuck 'em, let 'em spin

Mama told me, "If you go to war, you better win", woah

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

LV luggage (Uh), shorty so rugged (What?)

Heavy Fashion Nova (Nigga), I'm so gutter

Vegas for the fights (Fights), heavy on the ice (Ice)

All the flights chartered, and we rollin' dice (Yee)

Menages in the pool, the pool on the roof (Roof)

I hit her in my Nikes like your boy was playin' hoops

Double M a cult, seated on Revolt (Revolt)

Diddy by my side, I got shooters in they scopes

Such a paradox, comin' from one pair of socks

Lesson number one is that you never call the cops (Uh)

Somebody gotta bleed (Bleed), somebody wipe they eyes (Eyes)

You never cry out loud (Never) some things you keep inside (Yes)

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Some things you keep inside

Some things you keep inside

Uh, Boss

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