Birdman & Rick Ross

Birdman & Rick Ross - Addicted lyrics

rate me

I got a hundred Gs on my line

I ain’t eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown

Bitch I’m eating lavish, look up hoe, it’s snowing now

I just throw the cabbage, CMB gonna hold me down

Got an odor in the attic, that’s a couple pounds

New Rolex that I ordered, that’s a hundred thou’

Time to milk the game, bitch, I went and bought a cow

My nigga GDK a goon, he’ll gun you down

Slid up on ‘em with the stick, yeah, I sat him down

My nigga Nut so slick, they ain’t pat him down

I got a hundred niggas on my line

A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold it down

Addicted to money

I’m addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I’m getting them stacks

It’s more addictive than crack

I’m addicted to money

I’m addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I’m getting them stacks

It’s more addictive than crack

Give the homie 10.5, want 75 a hit

Whole thing straight raw, hundred Gs a brick

Hustling for a urge, moving them birds

Strapped in the cut, got ‘em posted on the curb

That H, we flooding other states

That fishtail bake well, chop it in the plate

Them V12s move swell with the paper plates

The homie fully loaded, so we strapped with a case

Give you 10 squares for 750, nigga

No talking homie drop it, then go get it

On the island, nigga, fresh with a 450

Louis Vuitton down, nigga, strapped

Money how we living

Addicted to money

I’m addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I’m getting them stacks

It’s more addictive than crack

I’m addicted to money

I’m addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I’m getting them stacks

It’s more addictive than crack

See them fresh, boss of the South, nigga

Boss out my mouth, nigga, boss, big house

Yeah, so we do it, no drought

No cost on your life when you’re playing with the stripes

Five mics, fiver-timer OG blood

Straight soldier, nigga, third world G blood

Uptown nigga, maxed out the work plug

Benz 5 switching lanes with them white dubs

Or them white fours, I’m ducking them white folks

Yeah, my pockets fat, I don’t fuck with no lipo’

I keep that chopper with me, I call it my Geico

Trigger hair pin, drop it and it might blow

I get them grenades, we call ‘em Bye-Byes

It hit your Escalade, pussy nigga, bye, bye

Pussy nigga, bye, bye

Two-hundred on the dash, nigga, bye, bye

Addicted to money

I’m addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I’m getting them stacks

It’s more addictive than crack

I’m addicted to money

I’m addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I’m getting them stacks

It’s more addictive than crack

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