[Intro]M-M—, M-M—
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]No, I’m never gangbangin’ in my blue ChucksMoney callin’ so I threw the deuce upYeah, they plottin’ on me but they gotta do somethin’Told my dawg two-somethin’ just to shoot somethin’ (M-M—)Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracksRather you than me, here come that paybackGot ’em lookin’ for that paper that they can’t taxYayo so clean, I told ’em call it, “Ajax”Hialeah celebrated when Fidel diedPatti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies?Standin’ on your own is when you realizeWhen all the lights go out, that’s when you see the real guysBack to the real niggas glowin’ in the dark (M-M—)Never perfect but you know a nigga heartA rich nigga that’ll pull up to the parkGet on one knee and tell the kids that they are starsBullet wounds don’t be covered by ObamaCareYour funeral was way too soon, that’s if your mama thereReal niggas deserve to live twice (M-M—)Plastic fork and some fried rice
[Verse 2: Drake]Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael NadalDon’t act like you’re happy for me nowDon’t act like you wasn’t prayin’ for catastrophic collapsesCatalog is immaculateStill runnin’ the game, don’t ask me about the practiceHo, you go on vacation, don’t ask me about relaxin’Not sure if you know but I’m actually Michael JacksonThe man I see in the mirror is actually goin’ platinumUnthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin’Yeah, I never did you nothin’ and you play like we family, huh?Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can’t be loveNot sure where you was tryna send it, it can’t be upThat day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?Damn, how can I forgive like this?I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like thisI had to fuck a lot of girls to get a kid like thisI had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, niggaThat’s why I’m movin’ all elusiveThese boys on they last resort and it’s givin’ us all inclusiveBeen spazzin’ since CB was chunkin’ up the deuces, niggaYour shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas?I just call it like I see it, I ain’t even lookin’, niggaI just walk it like I speak and I ain’t speakin’ to them niggasI ain’t starvin’, I’m just greedy, all I eat is pussy, niggaDon’t wan’ see these pussy niggas, y’all can’t see me, pussy niggasYou keep talkin’ like you eatin’, I’ma feed you bullets, niggaI might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, niggaShove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, niggaI got bitches doin’ lines, I’m Adidas to ’em, niggaI got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simpleI’m so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winterI got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the windowLong hair, lot of tats and I smell like the packMoney trail right on trackWhip that big body Maybach like it’s a little PontiacAll my chains look like snakes, that’s some real diamondbacksPull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my backI don’t chill, I reactOn the scale, my pockets fat, and to this whale, you like a antI’ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your assAnd on this Codeine, I’m a turtle, it done shell-shocked my assI’m the hottest on the cellblock, I promiseI can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin’ like Jill ScottPill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltopHer ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi
