Ashes To Ashes

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I got a house on my face, custom made glasses

Laser on heckler, ashes to ashes, valet to vessel

Known as an Aston, the Hoes give you ass, homie, only in my absence

Well connected with gang member on most sets

Not to boast but get you popped like moet

My record sales could never reflect my respect

What god damn Def Jam forever in debt

Money bags back and forth how carry it on

Tattoo dead homies on my arms, still I grieve for 'em

As I'm nailed to the crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside (Blessed)

Nobody cares what I feel like, no

Now it's six xanax just to feel right, let's go

Perignon in my glasses, toast to competition

Ashes to ashes

[Chorus: The Game]

See the fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles

See the lambos out front, that tells you we fuckin' models

Spit real nigga shit, so you can bump it in the phantom

Make it rain for them niggas who ain't never seen Atlanta

Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses

How you know you on?, Baby mama driving Benzes

Louis Vuiton house shoes, somewhere on the boat

Like a snitch nigga body, let this motherfucker float

[Verse 2: The Game]

Champagne in my glass feeling like a boss

Fell in love with a phantom, like fuck what it cost

Louis duffle full of hundreds, dimes of the purple, keep it G, cause that's me

These rap niggas Steve Urkel, survival of the fittest

Swimming in the dark, Sea World in my living room, Come and feed the sharks

Put on for my city, Or it would have fell apart, Nigga rap is like New York

Ain't no where to park

That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valet, At the game, watchin' 'Bron give it up to Khaled

Not a hatin' bone in my body, nigga I salute 'cha

You disrespect my hood, I'll fuck around and shoot y 'cha

We got the world runnin' 'round throwin' up B's

Niggas saying "soo woo" like they're fucking chinese

Eyes tighter than a virgin when I'm blowing on these grapes, top down blowin' smoke on the fuckin' interstate

[Chorus: The Game]

See the fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles

See the lambos out front, that tells you we fuckin' models

Spit real nigga shit, so you can bump it in the phantom

Make it rain for them niggas who ain't never seen Atlanta

Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses

How you know you on?, Baby mama driving Benzes

Louis Vuiton house shoes, somewhere on the boat

Like a snitch nigga body, let this motherfucker float