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[Hook:Rick Ross]x2 Poof! There go the car Poof! There go the crib Poof!100 mil, David Copperfield,David Copperfield,David Copperfield(x3) [Verse 1:Meek Mill] Could you knock that ho, could you blame that bitch Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me thats gon' slang that dick Like coke to a fiend,fuck throat on the lean Take long on the purp,Now that ho on a bean Still money over these hoes Got YSL on my clothes And Blood drip on my sneakers,nigga you hatin on me she chose And I ain't fuck your girl she rode,my stick-shift she drove Did everything she supposed, I pulled my camera out she posed And I was like Got that!,Drop that,pop that Got the top back on the dropback ,im back And the Glock at where the crotch at,im strapped All the rocks at where the watch at,stop that! Could you cop that? Not that Im like sendin mine back dimesack im catching them contact Got racks,yall niggas ain't bout that,bout that life! [Hook:Rick Ross]x2 [Verse 2:Meek Mill] SongtextePoof! Nigga fuck your life,fuck your niggas,and fuck your wife(fuck em!) Got two bad bitches with a nigga and you know they gon' fuck all night(right) And I rock all white(white),Nigga rich game prop(prop)! I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on 4's,in a big boy drop(drop) Call big boy shots,all clear stones in my big boy watch All year long got the strip on lock, everytime we in this bitch man shit gon pop My hip on Glock,yo' hip on nothing' My niggas got racks,your niggas be frontin' Red Cartier,Redbone bitch,Red Bottoms on her,Hair long as shit(hold up) Yellow gold Ro',Yellow bone ho,and yellow bottles of spades nigga Whole clique self made niggas! [Hook:Rick Ross]x2 Aus Songtexte Mania