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[Intro: Rick Ross] Uh, Mastermind It's going further my nigga It ain't even about being a dope boy my nigga We talking oil money, oil money, yeah [Verse 1: Rick Ross] It's amazing to be alive when niggas wants you to die Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in their eyes I'mma stunt harder, I'mma shop more Black bell boy Persian rugs at the door Giving niggas jobs, living like the mob A scotch in the soda anastasia.com People talking 'bout me, say I got a body Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby? Big four-fifths spliffs at the boat split Tip toein' through the city out in Villy with a brick Settin new mile zones, gettin my style on Down in Cocanut Grove where niggas dont smile long City full of our bury what you like is an aquarious Only beautiful bitches they tell me the mode to marry her Fascinatin' faces, now its top jewelers Pina colada daiquiri somethin' blue on a Tuesday Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Seagle Only fat nigga in vintage Moskeeno Attempted murder I refuse to exhile SongtexteSo it's club LIV til Im ex'd out Gold casket my final request Bangin' at em like my child they want em my less Therefore I pray I live a hundred years Be a crutch for my kids all through their wonder years Oil money fuck up a hundred mill Thats just a yacht in a crib, nigga dying to live Champagne, spillin the obulance Side bitches remain anonymous Got a condo on Collins another on Sunny Isle Makin sure you get around cause these niggas will gun you down Got my daughter a Fendi purse then I took her to Disney World All I give her is game, I'm digesting my every word Tired of charting a plane, oil money the game Classics stay on my feet, Double M on my chain All I think is about oil money, these niggas barely gettin' tour money [Bridge: Jadakiss] It's gonna be aight, it's gonna be aight Don't even worry 'bout nothing Gon' talk that shit for a minute Put the dutch out, light the cuban up Dime the lights if you want, cause we already shinin' You know? yeah [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Tryna get a grip, but you just can't clutch it When the money is in the circle, the squares can't touch it Reaping the benefits from the years that we suffered If they dont know nothin' else they know that I'm not to be fuck with Chillin' on the deck, brainstorming on the check You don't see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette Keep your ho still fore I nail her Money on my mind while I hold steel for the tailor Three man weave I dump it off to the trailer If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sailor We pop bottles, have the shot of the tequila Might see me in some you can't cop from the dealer Problem gon' rang, Gary pew and bell staff Work coming in, I sit on some and sell half Made it to the top over night, that's why you fell fast Best head I got in my life, for a Chanel bag This is some heaven on earth shit, you mean my hell pass Niggas tryna copy my style, but they ain't sell swag Nah, vacationing on Mile E Roomservice come to you on a boat, child please Don't get me confused though cause I'll squeeze Niggas know I get huge dough and wild keys I'll forever cash in, oil money means the wealth ever lasting What? Aus Songtexte Mania