[Intro: Rick Ross]
Walk with a real ^!$$%

Self made millionaire
What more could you ask for, huh?


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati
I'm a John Gotti, got my own army

Worth fifty million and it's all on me
Fifty on my Rollie knowin' yours phony
Last problem I had a ^!$$% head-shot him

Say, the word on the street is that my man got him
If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all ? don't need Aaliyah problems

May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem
All my CDs gold but the Visa darker
!@&! child but I got a fleet of cars

Double-M G this little thing of ours
Take it to the door mutha$#&@a plea
^!$$%s layin' on your crib while your momma sleep

Home cooked meals for the real ^!$$%s
Hot TEC 9 for you little ^!$$%s
Warning shot lift come and boost this

We run the $#&@ing game ^!$$% truth is
Cargo pants and my red bottoms
Talking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em


[Hook: French Montana]
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds

No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back ? I'mma ball first


[Verse 2: French Montana]
Anything you need know I get it cheap

My ^!$$% Rozay makes millions while he gettin' sleep
Cars European come and see the fleet
Work commercial come and see us if you need the street

I'mma bring it home ^!$$% bet the bank
Sierra Leone all up in the link
'Bout to double up, some Mason Betha %#@!

Huddle up, round table, King Arthur %#@!
Shorty $$# fat she can't stand straight
Spent your down payment on my landscape

^!$$%s sideways like the phantom door
Hundred round drum sound like round of applause
Slicker than a can of grease

Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece
!@&@e boy I'll be thirty for sure now
!@&@e damn near same price as dope now


[Hook]