Nobody’s Favorite

[Intro]

M'-M'-M'-M', M'-M'-M'-M'

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Big  blunt still burning in the black big Benz

Bad  bitch sucking dick, 'bout to dent my rim

Duffle bag full of hundreds, let her spend my tens

Khaled told you pussy niggas all I do is win (Another one)

Rolex  full of boogaloos, my dawgs in the pen

I'm  fucking with a bitch, then she gotta be a ten (Ten)

Diamonds on her neck (Neck), diamonds on her wrist (Wrist)

I  put her diamonds on her mouth 'cause it's diamonds on my dick

I got diamonds on my hands (Hands), diamonds on my chest (Chest)

G5, nigga, twenty thousand, I done made a mess

All the feds taking pictures so I pose for the hoes

Got  the Phantom in the front, shooters at the back door

All the strippers know the tippers, very big difference

Got a gold chain swingin' in my name, eight figures

Time to let your soul glow with a hundred bullet holes

Now you screamin' to the Lord, why them boys done do you wrong?

'Fore I paint the picture, better read the scripture

Here come the Grim Reaper, he in a pair of black Dickies

Life is such a dirty game as you walkin' through the flame

Stackin' all the bodies as they callin' out your name

See me at the new arena, best seats at the game

Haters still send subpoenas but my snipers got a aim

Sell a lot of records, not the money that I made

Or the bitches that we fuck 'cause we share a lot of names

All the jewelers give me watches 'cause they wanna take a picture

I be moving all the product, my new house is on the river

(My new house is on the river, my new house is on the river

My new house is on the river), my new house is on the river

So I had to buy a boat, better yet, it's called a yacht

I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop

Peace

[Interlude]

M'-M'

M'-M'

Huh

[Verse 2: Gunplay]

And I was raised to be a killer but I grew to be a hustler

Beg your pardon, tell you sorry, I don't argue with the customer

(Yeah, I don't argue with the customer)

And I got two bad bitches and they crying for the white

Play the cards in my hand right, they dyking by tonight

Call the plug, bad news, tell the story 'til it's boring

Sounding sketchy and he know it, I don't care, I need my coin

And that's word to this dirty iron lying on my groin

Any time, get in line like a rhyme in a poem

White lines in my foreign, hit rewind on the porn

That's your main? She my side, couple times, paid my bond

Got a thousand eight grams of that glitter, come and get it

Gettin' bands with the yams, fuck the fans on the Twitter

Fuck the 'Gram, stop playin', white grams, I get rid of

White bitch sucking dick, I'll leave her class on her sweater

While I mash on the pedal, talking shit to her, tell her

That I'm mad that I met her, bitch, don't ever push your head up

Got the smackers on call, sliding bare face and all

No shells, so well done, I let 'em take the vault

Three C's, two M's, one G up in the Benz

One liter of the lean, your main squeeze up in my lens

(Your main squeeze up in my lens)

Fake liter of the lean, your main squeeze up in my lens

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Huh

I was raised to be a hustler, but I grew to be a killer

I be moving all the product, my new house is on the river

(My new house is on the river, my new house is on the river

My new house is on the river), my new house is on the river

So I had to buy a boat, better yet, it's called a yacht

I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop (For the yayo that I cop)

M'-M'-M'

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