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[Verse 1: Rick Ross] C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning - Timothy Tebow Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair Dubai, I been there - but fuck that, we in here Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four [Hook: Rick Ross] Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em Fuck all you haters Watch me fuck all these bitches I got eight different Rollies And they all mint condition SongtexteI'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em I got five different Benzes This is my deposition I'm screaming, "Fuck every witness" Cause bitch, I'm big business I'm screaming fuck em [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Me gon hit my boost, Me gon hit my boost What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute? Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only" [?], on mixtapes I'm touring See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring I'm chain smoking loud like it's a Newport Dad wasn't around - my father figure was Too Short New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it Two forks, two pots, I could whip it both-handed My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh A nigga trees fine - a police siren! Woop woop - nah, that's just Diplo And you cute, shorty; let's get low On the low, I'm a talk that jazz Jungle fever for the night Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania