[Verse:] Yea I never had drama with the cops But I larry davis rick ross ass with the glock Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving Homie ask e-class I'm known for shooting I just spoke to sha money, sha spoke to makazo Niggaz fuck with rick ross, hell no he po po He the next ja rule, and khaled be hating Remember last time pussy at the radio station You fuck boy peons, your swaggering odion That maybach 57 is looking like a neon You youtube gangsta, hoe ass nigga I call in castalaneu, shells in you abdominal And I hear that haitian nigga on your track But I just got of the jack, with haitian jack I got the mac, miami is the 2 2 3 You lose a body part nigga fucking with me
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[Verse:] My clothes got the carridge and the horse on it Hermeez I look like a boos in it Sex, drugs, money and them fed boys The porsche performing like ron on steroids You got def jam lookin like the ford building A c.o, talking bout drug dealing A lil londons on that potty nigga I'm going hard tryna see that bugatti dealer I got that auto matic shotty nigga I catch a body nigga My lawyer got me in cobo with a hottie nigga And me and fif is like jordan and scotty nigga Yea I'm on the streets, you the police That 57 don't even got plane seats I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie Get the 62, step it up dummy
Dumb motherfucker, you ain't even got plane seats Spent all that money on that 57 nigga Don't fool the public nigga 62 is for a boss Ask jay nigga, ask your boss jay-z nigga