White Sand Part II

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White sand

White sand

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

White sand

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

White Maserati, full of white girl

White neighborhood, white clientele

Black Kel-Tec, White Prosecutor

One slain male, well paid shooters

I put the team together like I'm Meyer Lansky

Fast money bitch, can't even clock my land speed

Four door Porsche, just bought it last week

Five mil from LA Reid, let's see how long that last me

I sign for mils and run through it just like an athlete

I'm in the same boat, as Usain Bolt

Say I'm insane cause everything always pertain dope

I say you're right and pray I see you hoes on Skid Row

Look what they did to Wayne, they wanna hang me

Pull out my contracts, turn to page three

When this shit fold, I'mma slang D

We all do the time, some just remain free

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White sand

White sand

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

White sand

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]

All of them white sands all up in your wife man

Shit in my right hand will shorten up your lifespan

Was right there, serving hand to hand, pitching white grams

Got cooked up, scrape right from out the bottom of that rice pan

[?] Chevy heavy, I’m deadly with my dice hand

Over-do it like Shower Posse, hitman on a Kawasaki

Coming through loud and cocky, I’m bout it, yous a coward, akhi

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I’m a real nigga, HD clear as Hitachi

You’s a black and white TV all cloudy and sloppy

You’s a sixties hippy joint and I’m flowers of poppy

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Top of the hourglass is grains of the white sand

Time is running out, better come run get this pipe, man

I tell the club owner to lower down the lights, man

Baseball brim over the eyes, coverted to the hives man

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White sand

White sand

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

White sand

[Verse 3: Gunplay]

Crack, crack, crack

Crack, crack

Crack kills motherfucka who cares

A cup in the microwave, that's a case or a Benz

Brillo pad in your chest, now tell the rest of your friends

I got a line at the door, now I'm yelling nine in the hole

Somebody told, now somebody body cold, maricon

Two Tecs protect my treasure while I digitally measure

Her mouth do all the work while my dick get all the pleasure

Talking white, you talking right, that's what I be talking like

Talking like, twenty light, bring me twenty more than that tonight

I'm at you with that ratchet if I catch you with that package

Bitch I'm 'bout my business and I'm damn sure gon' handle it

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White sand

White sand

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

White sand

[Verse 4: Torch]

And I still got that white sand, them niggas' coke beige

I’m getting good, I’m thinking taking up a dope trade

Majored in distribution, bags fatter than Rasputia

You know the prices, you don’t like it, my little dog’ll shoot ya

That white got me ice, that ice got me noticed

And then from that that Arm and Hammer, adding baking soda

Whip it ‘til it stretch hard, look at all my stretch cards

Red paint, white sand, ain’t I blessed boy

The rest raw, the other side cooking

Thirty six O’s, got this kitchen whoofing

It’s still black boy, more white ice

Bet they know I got the blow for the cheap nye

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White sand

White sand

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

White sand

[Verse 5: Young Breed]

I told your ass before, scared money don’t make it

If I can’t afford work, best believe I’m gon' take it

Believe I’m gon' break it down to the nickel piece

(White, white) I count bricks to go to sleep

Surrounded by the leaches, hating from the bleachers

Custom cars and cycles tight, bitch I ain’t need none of them features

I know, my flag red, my money right

On black sand tanning cause they know my sand white

First time I whipped it, that shit looked like some yogurt

Tried it again, turned a hundred grand to a quota

Tried it again, I ain’t missed a quota ever since

Freight full of Foldgers, folding money more than Merrill Lynch

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White sand

White sand

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

White sand