Rick Ross, Meek Mill - SHAQ & KOBE Lyrics

 

Rick Ross, Meek Mill - SHAQ & KOBE Lyrics

Ha, what is this?

Maybach Music

I like this Maybach Music

Sweet

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Niggas wanna see you lose when you makin' moves

We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules

Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make 'em food

I never thought I'd make the force before I make the news (Never)

Having a threesome with some bitches and still ain't amused (I ain't)

I pick and choose, put on my jewels, its like I lit the fuse (It's lit)

I call the shots and all the killas be like, "What's the move?" (Let's get 'em)

Hunnid grand you and ya lil man get split in two (Split 'em)

Hm, my life got way realer

Playing with them millions, and it turned me to a made nigga

Anywhere in the cash is how I reacted when they played with him

Statements got retracted when niggas ratted 'cause we spray niggas

Mafioso sippin' Lobos, jumpin' off the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast

We was toting choppas on the block selling coco

Now we treating models like they thots out in SoHo

Thirty mil in cash do these niggas bad

They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad

I seen my dawg kill my dawg just to get a stash

He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slashed

Too much

Too much money and power

Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas

We tuckin' the choppas

Too much money and power

Too much

Hustlin' 24 hours

24 hours

Too much money and power

Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to fuck in the shower

Fuck in the shower

Too much money and power

Too much

Hustlin' 24 hours

24 hours

I left a team of niggas in a red tape

Digging through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced

Homicide on another case

Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (bang)

My niggas couldn't read, had impediments

But they never would leave any evidence

Your mother still in pain, it's been a few days

But you notice how it came with minimum wage

They thought it was a game till the shots rang

Six niggas laying on a same box spring

How you dead broke, but got a dope charge?

Gotta rob a bank just to post bond

Got a choppa with me for the close calls

Helicopter on the roof, 'cause I want war

Kill a niggas in the streets, I call it a feast

Twenty million I can see, and all in a week (Boss)

We only on the yachts with tequila shots

It's only paper work when we leave the lot

Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss

All you envious devil demons, you can suck a dick (Bitch)

I hope you die slow with your blindfold

Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown

I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos

And I got a pool of parrots and a bungalow

Still flippin' numbers, talkin' summersaults

Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called (Double M)

I'm sippin' champagne I own it myself (Boss)

You niggas better learn to own you some wealth

Too much

Too much money and power

Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas

We tuckin' the choppas

Too much money and power

Too much

Hustlin' 24 hours

24 hours

Too much money and power

Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to fuck in the shower

Fuck in the shower

Too much money and power

Too much

Hustlin' 24 hours

24 hours

Somebody said, "Too good to be true"