[Intro: Rick Ross]
This %#@! is highly sophisticated. I just make it look easy, ^!$$%. Follow me


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated

To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it

Even the black folk hate to see another ^!$$% made it
Tell all them !@#( to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated

Counting a hundred mil so many times, I contemplated
You wanna be the hottest but that %#@! get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're #~!!@ by your conversation

Show you the safe you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this %#@! amazing

Got a white (*##$, she $#&@ing me just like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that mother$#&@er concentrated
This for my ^!$$%s in them prisons, overpopulated


[Hook: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated

If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my ^!$$%s an occupation (Rugh!)

We so sophisticated (Rugh!)
%#@! so sophisticated (Whoop!)
[Money millionaires, guess we made it (Rugh!)?]


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm so sophisticated

Smoking weed, busting open doll and lick her later
I bust her open then I tell her I'mma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that (*##$ just like it's activator

Time to lay down these ^!$$%s that be masquerading
We know you !@#(, so you got my ^!$$%s masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating

So sophisticated 'cause them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking petty

Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli
Fifty million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other ^!$$%s cooling, ain't it

I got a (*##$ I'm $#&@ing that you see on BET
My lil' Haiti shooters will have yo $$# on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for ten a key

And if he faking, $#&@ him, tell them ^!$$%s ?C'est la vie?

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
%#@!ting on these haters, ball hard D Waders

Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper

But I'm so rich and I got yo (*##$
All in my whip and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib

'Cause I handle my %#@! like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn %#@! down, yea ?
And these ^!$$%s so mad it's my turn now

And I get that cash and my (*##$ so bad, she know sophisticated
I'm balling hard, $#&@ing (*##$es and ain't got %#@! for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper

My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo %#@! refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount

Treat that bad (*##$ like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had %#@! but I grab %#@! and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word


[Hook]