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Featuring Rick Ross (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 (Hook: Game) See them fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles See them Lambos out front, that mean we fuckin' models Spit real nigga shit, so you can bump it in the Phantom Make it rain for them niggas that 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 SongtexteLike a snitch nigga body, let this motherfucker float (Verse 2: Game) Champagne in my glass feeling like a boss Fell in love with the 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 Ain't 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 them grapes, Top down blowin' smoke on the fuckin' interstate (Hook: Game) See them fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles See them Lambos out front, that mean we fuckin' models Spit real nigga shit, so you can bump it in the Phantom Make it rain for them niggas that 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 Aus Songtexte Mania