Rick Ross - MMG The World Is Ours (ft. Pharrell, Meek Mill & Stalley) | Текст песни

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• MMG The World Is Ours (ft. Pharrell, Meek Mill & Stalley)

[Hook:]
Here we are, the world is ours

[Rick Ross:]
I'm feelin myself, hope you feelin me too
God forgives and I don't, unforgettable dude
I'm ballin my nigga, and that's word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor that brother but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn't make the rules
I'm just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from spaghetti-O's to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberacce, put diamonds in everything

[Pharrell:]
They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans
Nonsense, that's the necklace nigga, the light's moving
This is jewelry, this shit is foolery
Frozen water on my neck nigga, who cool as me?
Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain
My nigga Ross said he's the boss cause he works cocaine
Under no certain circumstances

And your feelings, yeah they villains but I'm chillin

My niggas be stealin and killin and thrillin for the birds

I'm on my iPhone, bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad

Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster

Says the little boy who loves to shoot, who had the ashy feet

Where the upper-classes meet, that's just me
I smash the beat...

[Hook]

[Meek Mill:]
Dedication to motivation
Gave 'em motives to hate me
Old homies betrayed me, running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter, they had, four and the baby
It was a whole different story, but fuck them niggas is shady
Now I'm self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining nigga, never had no selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me "go and get a tummy shake"
Had to learn on my own
Ask my Mama I was gone
Puffin purple getting stoned
Trying to take the pain away
Now it's Rolls Royces
Umbrellas for a rainy day
Old heads told me "young fella, this ain't a game to play! "
Had to take the chance, told the dealer, "deal my hand"
And now that nigga's getting murdered
Shit is getting scary
I put mirror tint all in the ghost
I'm screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let 'em cross the line of scrimmage, they get fucking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a rushing Barry
Slammers play with hammers, had them birds but we don't fuck with Larry
I was just trying to ball, ducking D's and grinding raw
But now I pull up in that thing, them niggas gonna need some Tylenol

I'm gone!

[Hook]

[Stalley:]
I'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, I'm gettin money... Period!
They said I got a old soul and I'm rich nigga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coup
Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
With a trade duece livin life like they ain't made loot
Cause what's here today could be gone tomorrow so I'm a get it myself
I ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I'm gone tomorrow

Big chain with a bigger charm, leave with a bad chick under my arm

Diamonds on everything, even my posse

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