[Intro] God forgives - I don't {Maybach Music} In other words, retaliation is a must!
[Chorus: Rick Ross] I bow my head, I pray to God Survival of the fittest help me hold my chopper Lord! If I die today, on the highway to Heaven Can I let my top down, in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, forty bricks in my attic Fo' hundred K in my baggage, eight round automatic {brrrrrr} You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me two hundred
[Rick Ross] Fuck all these broke niggaz cause all I do is ball Ain't no mo' off days, my crib look like a mall Fired the stylist, went and bought a Big & Tall Niggaz still schemin, but we slidin on 'em all! I remember pickin watermelons Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million! If I die tonight I know I'm comin back nigga Reincarnated big black fat nigga
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[Rick Ross] Fuck yo' investigation, started my elevation Cherry red 911, straight to my destination Mayweather got a fight; make me some reservations Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations Gucci Pucci money long, he got twenty cars Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks & bonds Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show They know a nigga name, they know a nigga strong - fuck with me~!
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[Rick Ross] Fuck yo' insinuation, work come from Venezuela Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper Hustle while niggaz gossip, hatin I switch the topic Jump in my 911, two bricks in my compartment! Hahaha; she let me smell her pussy! I know you smell the money!!! Still smell the gunpowder 911 - hundred miles and running
