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Sangtekst: Rick Ross. This Me.

Wet bars on the boat
Wet broad money low
Real like scott storch off from the coke
Maybachs were a dream, now it's all real
It's hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
Still get the chills I call em the goosebumps
Ya alex had a vision I'm building like two trumps
Step in goosebumps I'm the main event
Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
Now that's what the f**k I call a chain reaction
You see it, these niggas living off the pad
Ya I ran 100 miles but I did it all with class
Hands all glass, wrists all glass
Real on heron how long will the crystal last
Champaing to poar celebrate the cause
Hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers

What's worst a testimony from your homy
Tables turn quick I told you not to f**k with tony
You started with the dishes then it went to digits
I had to cross friendships it's rules to the business
All the time with a siter like gina
Beauty salon dream got the keys in the beemer
On the way to cheetas pointin an army
Land my spaceship with the spoilers on it
Seen the ufos, fbi, atf let em know how a nigga ride
44 with 45s and 64s
Half a pill two dimes six folks
I need a slice of the pie
456 as I throw the dice in the sky
Head crack nigga, bread stacks nigga
Convertible purp ya I let my hat back nigga

Lamborghinis and mazerattis for mediocrhes
When the lease over back to the streets soldier
Call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over
When the beefs over mike see the peach rovas
We the eats while we trying to reach each quota
No soda rolls rolla one owner
Broad yayo eighty grand one corner
Luis vuitton right size don't want em
They trippin I'm trippin in tiffany stones
Get a mop peter prop I'm living it homes
Cheufer I blow purp and no skirts
4 chains will put you down with more work