[Intro: Rick Ross]

All I talk about is money

Cause that's all I know

[Hook: Rick Ross]


I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy
Sellin' Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo

I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)

Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and them f*cking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin' hoes (hah)


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]


Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money
Y'all n*ggas was yawning and I'd made about 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me

He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah n*gga it's go, he say yeah n*gga we on
I said I be on my way, break a brick down in our zones

And I got work, I got work
And I got pills, and I got purp
And I got goons that's on my team

And they gon' kill like I got murked
If I say so, and I say go
And they go ham, and I lay low

I drop that work off in that toaster
I leggo of my eggo
And this for sale n*gga

28 grams on my scale n*gga
Come and get it all


[Hook: Rick Ross]

I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy

Sellin' Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar

A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and them f*cking vogues

I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin' hoes (hah)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]


Hold on, wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest n*ggas in the building

Feel me?
Whole n*gga won't knock you off
Hate the way a n*gga love to ball

Art of war, common law
Straight killer that's mama fault
Dope boy in my DNA

Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight

Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco
I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it

I ate that #~!!@, can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's n*gga, countin' all my hoes n*gga
That's all I knows n*gga, that's all y'all hosed n*gga


[Hook: Rick Ross]


I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy
Sellin' Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it

A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)

Hammers and them f*cking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin' hoes (hah)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]


I'm ridin' clean, I'm f*cking hoes
I'm f*ckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean
N*ggas sellin' that China white
F*ck around with that Yao Ming
Bad b*tch and she talk dirty

Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white sh*t
Y'all n*ggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly
Young n*gga ball like Kobe

Riding round me and Chino
And my young n*gga Goldie
...
Limo that's my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo b*tch

Turn yo $$# she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pockets, they need lipo
I stand tall, no Eiffel
And them goons go wherever I go
Y'all n*ggas #~!!@ like dike hoes

All we know is get paid n*gga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rozay D-wade n*gga

[Hook: Rick Ross]

I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy

Sellin' Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and them f*cking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin' hoes (hah)