[Intro: Rick Ross]
Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy
Yeah
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I murdered all of my foes, contract killin'
20K'll get your grandmammy pinned to the ceilin'
Midst of the war, I piss on graves
Kids get grazed by my piss poor ways
Never could imagine it, livin' with paralysis
Should've checked your rear view, made a better analysis
Wack Yayo, caught him slippin' while he snort dust
Cold blood, bullet hit him like a tour bus
Check the time on my Movado
My jazzy bitch a mulatto and think it's petty to model
Suede Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street
And I never missed a heartbeat
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Family over the money, money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin', then why they callin' it riches?
I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
Got one over 50, 50, you better watch it
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves
Beat the case like Orenthal
Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog
Live on, so I still bark
In my earliest convenience, I'ma kill y'all
Make a lil' cake, haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggas in a Bentley
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Family over the money, money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin', then why they callin' it riches?
I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
Got one over 50 and keep 50 in my pocket
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Limousines for the don, number three is the charm
Flee red carpet, chillin' E on my arm
Purple rain
Smokin' head, smokin' weed, call it purple brain
I'm in the purple label, daddy got a purple heart
Not in the service, but I'm swervin' in a purple car
Once the bitch need an oil change
I go and buy a new one 'cause I'm spoiled, man
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Family over the money, money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin', then why they callin' it riches?
I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
You know I'm totin' the rocket, so don't make a nigga pop it
[Outro: Bang 'Em Smurf]
Ayo, what's up, man?
This the boy Bang 'Em Smurf, man
New York, what up?
Queens, what up?
M-I-A, Ross, man
We finna ride on all these niggas, man
They know what it is, man
The whole Southside stand up
Ice, Kwame, roof over your head, folks in the Bay
We still doin' it big, my nigga, ain't shit changed
Gangster Flip Records, Maybach Music
You know what's goin' down, we doin' it big for the '09
Ross, big up this nigga, man
He don't know what to do, he like a pit right now
South Jamaica, Queens, man
Peace to Ross and the clique, man
M-I-A, man
This nigga trippin'
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