ft. Rick Ross 


(Hook)
Aiight x 3 
 Your mammy wanna try a real nigga ha?
Aiight x 3 
Your mommy try real nigga?
Ay, I’mma show you how we deal with you 
She wanna fuck a dope dealer 
Or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas 
Aiight x 3 
I’m getti’ money if you hatin’
Aiight x 3 
I’m gettin’ straight for you 
Didn’t know my homie, 
Aiight x 3 

(Verse)
Big beast bullet, nice job 
Big fully off with my tantrum 
Big bullet, bi toast on 
I’m now on, pussy nigga non stop 
Living legend, Silver Seven
Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast
Head trigger, no Rogaine
Gripping oak grain with some stolen cocaine
Drift and cause this, this will cause in 
Goin’ crash and get this, kiss and fuse on 
 She wanna thug nigga, she a little chooser 
Beat it like you say it, drill like little cruisin’

(Hook)

(Verse)
Almost great stoner, cake honor 
Cuz a broke nigga wanna use to make fun of 
MMG self make day one 
I’m with that motherfucker nigga, they won’t none of 
You ain’t want no shutter
Force to the, throwi’ japs right the foes and juda 
Richy Reckless so damn fouler
Swinging more stones than the damn jewels 
Young Logan , young and fogen
Try to pose no AC, toast sofa 
You niggas know my motherfuckin’ pedigree 
I’m done on playin’ on everything I said to be 

(Hook)

(Verse)
I got all my homie, you better have one for me 
Ain’t no one here for ballin’ 
My new Versace for free 
They now will got all the work, 
With drakes got before this beat 
I expect for this own, she get me now for this hit 
All I want is the money, the master key and the hits 
I’mma hit you and get you 
My nigga will guide it, throw my war and then get it 
Put this star on this book 
Shout out now my nigga 
Now banges his guns, my nigga now got my back 
Ain’t no try for his life 
Maybe don’t come after that 
If you ain’t really then don’t come 
And if that’s all your nigga 
Then hold on the guns and pull up the trigger 

(Hook)