(Feat. Tracy T & Rick Ross)




[Intro: Rick Ross]
All I ever wanted was a kilo

Till they my little ^!$$% with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M


[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
^!$$% tell me how you want it with a savage

It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash

You know I got an old thot you can have
^!$$% come f**k my old bi**h
^!$$%s couldn't eat my old #~!!@

I'm in the kitchen I could tell you how the stove looking
^!$$% all I really wanted was the pyrex
A couple hundred body snatchers in the projects

You know my bloods stay connected like direct
I'm in Miami my bi**hes like "where Lebron at?"
I finish f**king her [?] like "where your mom at?"

In front the coppers I got choppers for the combat
Couldn't believe it my ^!$$%s say he was sellin' grenades
Quit bull%#@!tin' I'm a sell you where the bomb at

D.C. ^!$$%, sittin wrist dip low
He ain't know a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring em' back to Alabama Avenue

And tell them ^!$$%s "come and get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em' back to benny row
(*##$es in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor

All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body at the light
Purchase me some [?] and I'm a buy some Sprite

Tell a bi**h keep counting till she get the count right
When a bi**h finish might purchase her a flight
Might take a whole life

Might f**k her all night
Right, you know I hate to say it twice
But you #~!!@ $$# ^!$$%s ain't bout that life

#~!!@ $$# ^!$$%s ain't bout that life
#~!!@ $$# ^!$$%s ain't bout that life


[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, ^!$$% you ain't bought %#@!
Talking bout a hunned bottles, ^!$$% you ain't popped %#@!

All you talk nana clips, ^!$$% you ain't shot %#@!
Spending money on these hoes, ^!$$% you ain't f**k %#@!


[Verse 2: Tracy T]
[?]


[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, ^!$$% you ain't bought %#@!
Talking bout a hunned bottles, ^!$$% you ain't popped %#@!

All you talk nana clips, ^!$$% you ain't shot %#@!
Spending money on these hoes, ^!$$% you ain't f**k %#@!


[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a ^!$$% by his whole name

Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine
Talkin bout you buyin' bricks, ^!$$% you ain't got %#@!

We was sellin' all them keys, we was like the locksmith
Twenty-Five hundred for the red bottoms
Prolly make five bands for the waste ^!$$%

I'm rollin' through my city in a new Rolls Royce
Cheif Keef 300 for the Wraith ^!$$%
A.K, S.K, H.K ^!$$%, three K's like I hate ^!$$%s

And I'll put you in your place ^!$$%
You got shoebox money I got a safe ^!$$% holdup


[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, ^!$$% you ain't bought %#@!
Talking bout a hunned bottles, ^!$$% you ain't popped %#@!
All you talk nana clips, ^!$$% you ain't shot %#@!
Spending money on these hoes, ^!$$% you ain't f**k %#@!


[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Automatic pistol on a ^!$$% leather seat
See a bad bi**h she my jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo

Till they end my little war with the Regal
(*##$es lookin' at me, Keisha look at all this change
It's the heart of war tour bus full of K's
Master P money I could pull up in a tank
C Murda shooter know a pill on the way

Still [?]
Rich ^!$$%s coming through you broke ^!$$%s better move
At your front door got word you got work
3.5 for the [?]
Now six figures for the set ^!$$%s verse

All eyes on me as I'm walking through the church
Prayin' lord forgive me, 30 shots in the semi
I done payed all of my ties now it's time to go and get it
My new plug don't f**k with the kuh
My new bi**h gettin' f**ked in the butt
Ridin' by the [?] see me sitting in the trunk

^!$$%s say they coming threw but they see me strapped up, what
^!$$% runnin' in your house for the brown bag
Fear wanna know how much in the brown bag
^!$$% swinging that stick for the brown bag
Your bi**h even saw my number on the brown bag
All I ever wanted was a Kilo
Till they end my little war with the Regal

Sippin' on purp ^!$$%s still got a plan
Still movin' work work ^!$$% ooh what a night
Ooh what a night, ooh what a night
If it was a picture of that #~!!@ it'd get 200 likes
Get 200 likes, all that bi**h gettin' from me is 200 likes

[Hook]

Talking 'bout you popping tags, ^!$$% you ain't bought %#@!
Talking bout a hunned bottles, ^!$$% you ain't popped %#@!
All you talk nana clips, ^!$$% you ain't shot %#@!
Spending money on these hoes, ^!$$% you ain't f**k %#@!