Rick Ross

Hmm

(Big Drice on the beat, yeah)

Yeah

Fuck

Hey, what we on, E?

Aight

Ooh

Man, I just woke up from the dead, I'm still activated

Mama did it by herself, that's my motivation

I'll take one of these **** from the rotation

Ayy, what it cost to be the boss? I'll pay the cost

Bleu Belaire in my hand, I feel like Rick Ross

I ain't' playin', you want my time, you gotta know it cost

All I wanna do is win, I keep takin' losses

Bitch turn me off, I ain't gon' lie, she make my dick soft

I don't, I don't want no Trackhawk, I don't know how to work the traction

****'d sell they whole life for attraction

I pray to God every day that he stop doin' subtraction, yeah

My old hoes see me comin' up, I know they can't stand it

Oh, bitch, you actin' funny now 'cause you just got back from Miami?

They put her stomach in her ass, let me try it out

I don't give a fuck what club we at, the bar, I'll buy it out

I don't want no lil' shit, bitch, I want it all

Can't shop for myself, somebody do it, 'cause I'll buy it all

Shut the fuck up when I'm countin' money, bitch, don't talk at all

I told this bitch you look better mouth closed, don't talk at all

Man, I just woke up from the dead, I'm still activated

Mama did it by herself, that's my motivation

I'll take one of these **** from the rotation

Ayy, what it cost to be the boss? I'll pay the cost

Bleu Belaire in my hand, I feel like Rick Ross

I ain't' playin', you want my time, you gotta know it cost

All I wanna do is win, I keep takin' losses

Bitch turn me off, I ain't gon' lie, she make my dick soft

I don't, I don't want no Trackhawk, I don't know how to work the traction

****'d sell they whole life for attraction

I pray to God every day that he stop doin' subtraction, yeah

Chop hit him in his waistline and turn him to a fraction

They closed GM and locked Rio up, so I'm the new attraction

I try not to think of granddad, he was my satisfaction

So makin' money and catchin' **** lackin' is my new distraction

Was takin' other ****' shit because I didn't have it

Caught a **** takin' out the trash and then I double-bagged him

Got bitches hangin' out the window while I'm turnin' off the traction

I been drinkin' drank for three days straight, done turned into a habit

Now I'm droppin' more fours than Joe McFashion

He turned twenty-one and got his CPL, I guess his ass a savage

My teacher asked what happened to Lil E? I guess his ass a rapper

The shit I make off an EP is damn near they salary

Don't believe me? I can show your ass them 'Tube checks

Finna gather all my haters and put 'em in a group text

I might be the turntest young rapper without a blue check

He was leavin' church with a blazer, switch turned it to a crewneck