Birdman Rick Ross - THE H MIXTAPE | Текст песни

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• Birdman Rick Ross
• THE H MIXTAPE

Yeah, welcome world, it's the H
Hustling, trapstars, rapstars
Big money poppin, boy
Grinding, sun up, sun down
Put your life down for a nigga
Head first for this chubby
Flippin chickens
Hard body all the time
Fully loaded strap all the time
Money on the mind all the time
I tell me niggas, it's doubme mg, ymcmb
And money is the motivation
Everyday we wake up, before the motherfucking eyes closed
Eat while we sleep,
Eat while we don't even eat
You understand me, my nigga?
Rozay, stunna man
Richer than the riches
Bosser than the bosses
Modern tine, and we them niggas, yeah
We see past the future
Swag on the hunned, bitch game terrific
Size mat guarantee you to loose nigga
Its' bigger than life boy
Mastermind to masterpiece
Hard life living, mansion top floor nigga

Paradise on earth boy, million dollars and hunneds
A billion in the mind
Put your life on it
Take care of your team homie
Fulfill your dreams, homie
Nothing come between that
And keep your strap on you, H