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Featuring Rick Ross & Meek Mill (Hook 1 : Gunplay) She actin' like she all that,and all that, and all that She actin' like she all that,and all that, and all that What you tryin' to do hoe , fight or fuck What you tryin' to do hoe , fight or fuck She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby (Verse 1 : Gunplay) I ain't with the mind resting I'm just tryin' to leave the mac or you might miss it I'm a motherfucking pimp and it's a live message I said I play the game raw what's with the fire faces I ain't a poet and you know it I'm a eye blazer The boujie bitches turning over like a cloud chaser Said she's sophisticated but she looking sound basic It's all about she high make us And never tried maces, bitch you crazy I'ma feed you mama luci's and offer you a luci Take you to the fantasy motel your fantasy's come true now Got a new batch of bad bitches I recruted Gunplay the principal slap and there is to it SongtexteHail to the ruler, she bowing picking up them dollars Hail to the muler looking like Cale in the muller More watch rock like Van Halen went through there My pocket looking like my money grew there (Hook 1 : Gunplay) She actin' like she all that,and all that, and all that She actin' like she all that,and all that, and all that What you tryin' to do hoe , fight or fuck What you tryin' to do hoe , fight or fuck She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby She so sophisticated, so is my pimpin baby This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy, nigga. Follow me (Verse 2: Rick Ross) I'm so sophisticated To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated Just bought a chopper cause the last one, got it confiscated Counting a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your conversation Show you the safe you'll have to kill me for that combination Made another two milli just off the compilation I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit amazing Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican Sipping purple and that motherfucker concentrated This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated (Hook 2: Rick Ross) This the mob so you gotta get initiated If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton The game sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!) We so sophisticated (Ugh!) Shit so sophisticated (Woo!) Hundred millionaires, bitch we made it (Ugh!) (Verse 3: Meek Mill) Shitting on these haters, ball hard D Waiters Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper But I'm so rich and I got yo bitch All in my whip and she all on my dick With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit Cause I burn shit down, yeah I'm in my bag And these niggas so mad it's my turn now And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator Boy you an imitator You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount Treat that bad bitch like a bad check cause I cash that and I bounce I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word (Hook 2: Rick Ross) This the mob so you gotta get initiated If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton The game sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!) We so sophisticated (Ugh!) Shit so sophisticated (Woo!) Hundred millionaires, bitch we made it (Ugh!) Aus Songtexte Mania