[Elijah Blake - over Intro] Girl I think you're special Strictly presidential
[Rick Ross] You know the crib on the water now The Maybach stay watered down Project niggaz givin orders now The gold Presidential just to sport around I'm from the era of fitted caps and rental cars Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads Walkingon Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling Happy Chanukkah nigga, it's a wonderful feeling Got my seats on the wood, players givingme dap Lyor like how I move, want her right in my lap I made a few Mills, ain't mentionin Meek Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released Bitches they keep comin, \"Billie Jean\" thumpin I need to hear the trumpets, meanin machine gunnin I ain't missin nuttin, got her sipping somethin I could ship her somethin, you know that December comin
[Chorus: Elijah Blake] Girls and green, is all you need When you're a star baby, a star babe We all dream, of royalty (get money) But that's who we are baby (get money) All I ever need is girls and green (Get money)
[Rick Ross] They see me leanin in some new shit Now it's gold Presidentials for the crew shit Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship I'm a boss have y' ass on a news clip She a dime, but she gotta be a cool bitch Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch Needed some cash so she asked me could she move shit Not a chance, whips got her talkin foolish I was skippin them classes, but I got me a master I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest Fishscale made me major profit margins I'm a profit stuffin my pockets, you niggaz starvin Lord forgive me for my sins I'm with this pretty bitch Eighty grand, rubber band for some silly shit She on that Alexander Wang Gold Presidential Venus when I change the game
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[Rick Ross] She wanna roll with a winner now So I let her roll with the windows down My niggaz up the road come and get it now Sixty/forty know we split it up the middle now Shorty's said the word, I was talkin that talk Maybe link up New York, that's awesome as fuck I never been in love until I heard a beat She never met a G until she heard of me Third floor projects, feel my point of view Everything is number two, that's when it come to you Isabel Marant sneakers 'til the summer through Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do Ugh~! Baby girl got that wet wet I repeat: wet wet I'm the boss and I'm on that (I love you) White teeth, gold Rolex
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[Outro: Rick Ross] {*Maybach Music*} Her shoe game remarkable I feel solely responsible... I feel solely responsible {*Maybach Music*}
