Rick Ross Champagne Moments

Maybach Music Fish tanks and marble floors, livin' big and bad Niggas laugh until they hit with my official jab Crack smoke is the exhaust from my pen and pad Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could’ve had Record label takin' a loss, are you in your bag? You a worker wantin' to chart, don’t make me laugh Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline Who believes he movin' keys in his Louis Vs? Run up on you and snatch your chain, watch you bitches bleed Feel the pain and just describe when you really ride Either you niggas gettin' money or ready to die B-I-G, give a fuck if you Chi-Ali You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me Do the job, better known as the Charles Schwab Double Rs spread through the yard, and I swear to God Pop a Perc' for the field, go and count me a mill' Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill Niggas leakin’ they records when we speakin’ directly If we keepin' it gangsta, when you see me you check me White boy, I see you I see you, yeah, check Gettin’ bullied, don't walk up on me 'cause the clip is fully Niggas pussy, don't want to push me, I’m like, "Really, would he?" Like his moves, but he never had to fight in school Always ran, another nigga had to write your grooves Flow is copy-and-paste, Weezy gave you the juice Another white boy at the park wanna hang with the crew Pulitzer Prize winner switchin' up like dyed denim Get incentives for all the killings while we ride rentals Look me right in my face, he beginning to shake Told you niggas, "Stay schemin'", I predicted my fate Got more money than you, fuck you want me to say? Fifty mill' for the crib, where you want me to stay? I can shoot up the block, I got pictures to paint Let you DM my ho, but got bitches you can't Let you get on my songs, it was good for your face Now, bitch nigga, it's on, ain't no room for debate Pop a Perc' for the field, go and count me a mill' Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill Niggas leakin' they records when we speakin' directly If we keepin' it gangsta, when you see me you check me By the way, I got a lot of respect for a lot of rappers, but I got one guy He's my favorite person to rap with on any song, his name is Rick Ross Maybach Music You ain't never want to be a nigga anyway, nigga That's why you had a operation to make your nose smaller than your father nose, nigga I unfollowed you, nigga, 'cause you sent the motherfuckin' cease-and-desist to French Montana, nigga You sent the police, nigga, hatin' on my dawg project That wasn't the same white boy that I seen, nigga, when we were makin' them early records, nigga When you were happy to be around niggas, seein' niggas holdin' them sticks Yeah You owe motherfucking Stunna your life, nigga Give Weezy some more money, nigga Give Rap-A-Lot some more money, nigga White boy Yeah, biggest, it's Rozay, nigga We can do it how you wanna do it, where you wanna do it, anytime you wanna do it, I'm ready I'm ready, white boy, huh I know you got your Dockers on with no underwear, white boy Yeah, you had that surgery, that six-pack gone That's why you wearin' that funny shit at your show, you can't hide it, nigga White boy