Rick Ross - Last Breath Lyrics

[Intro - Rick Ross]
Nigga, long as you livinÂ’ how you wanna live
Niggas gonÂ’ talk about you
And thatÂ’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute niggas thatÂ’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though

[Hook - Rick Ross]
IÂ’m ballinÂ’ til my very last breath
IÂ’m ballinÂ’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippinÂ’ that syrup, might front you a block
IÂ’m ballinÂ’ til my very last breath
IÂ’m ballinÂ’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
WhatÂ’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while IÂ’m rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking IÂ’m doing wrong, when these niggas ainÂ’t right


[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
????? then bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was old
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatinÂ’, IÂ’m fucking all that they own
So I don’t blame ‘em, no I don’t knock ‘em
But if they play my dogs, we slay ‘em, I’m talkin’ pop ‘em
Once IÂ’m ????, they talkinÂ’ bout us
Acting like bitches ’til we spray ‘em, ?????
IÂ’m ballinÂ’ till my very last breath
I hustle like IÂ’m on my last check
And I ainÂ’t even in my bed yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at


[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that IÂ’m good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
TalkinÂ’ ???? pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
AinÂ’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4 - Birdman]
BallinÂ’ till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred BÂ’s in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
‘Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
PuttinÂ’ it down, hold it down for my fuckinÂ’ rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way


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