Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti)

Rather you than me

If you've been fuckin' with me from Port of Miami

It's been a hell of a fuckin' journey

(Maybach Music)

Ain't nothin' changed, ****

Little stronger, little wiser

Maybe a little more violent

Blame it on America, fuck it

Hwugh

I'm pullin' off the lot, I bought a cash (Whoa)

Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past (Whoa)

Her ass be lookin' good inside the leggings (Whoa)

But I noticed that she missin' all her edges (Whoa)

I run the game just by runnin' with the felons (Whoa)

Poor attitude, and got rich **** calisthenics (Whoa)

Walkin' in a courtroom, sippin' on a beverage (Woo!)

I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage (Woo!)

Pissin' on these bitches is a fetish (R.Kelly!)

Fully loaded .60, smoking on the seven (Already!)

Your dog did a dime, you never wrote a letter (Whoa)

Still in a box, got her rappin' a capella (Whoa)

Can't trust no people fuckin'with the weather (Whoa)

I got a chopper, boy, don't make be the devil (Whoa)

He knockin' on the door and know the password (Woo!)

Gave me his blessings, why I'm hotter than the last verse (Woo!)

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' **** military

Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents (Hwugh!)

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Fair sentences, fair, f-fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee

I make drug money, ****, I make blood money

On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck

I got wet stripper pussy at the airport

I got Bowling Green dollars on my chopper

Bustin' down a hunnid bales in the bath tub

Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes

I got dope money, ****, I got war wounds

Get to clutchin' on the hammer, ain't no dance moves

I was posted on the stoop, hangin' with my Haitians

Some murders on the news, on front pages

Young **** catchin' bodies, ain't no relations

I was stackin' Ben Frank's and bought some Fiji

They robbed him two times in a row, that's a repeat

You into fuckin' **** hoes 'cause they easy

I'm gonna fuck you ****' wives, balls freezy

She gotta fuck me like she love me like she need me

I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs

I make a movie every single fuckin' day

I'm John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' **** military

Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents (Hwugh!)

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Fair sentences, fair, f-fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

Let's go

Hands on these ****, got the yellow bracelet

Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages

Fuck you **** was, when I was ashy ****?

Loafers in the chopper, I keep it classy, ****

Build a empire, yeah, that was my state of mind

Motherfuck 'em all, yeah, that was my state of mind

Keep the blocks over there we call it Lego Land

Meanwhile the kitchen smoking like it's Amsterdam

Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths

Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie

Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar

Never ride dirty, it's in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' **** military

Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents

Fair sentences, fair, f-fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

(Maybach Music)