Birdman & Rick Ross

Birdman & Rick Ross - Betty Stout lyrics

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In that minute take a life line to take a lifetime

For them equal fees, your money better be like mine

The feds offer 20, he was still in denial

With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn’t make a sound

In that minute take a life line to take a lifetime

For them equal fees, your money better be like mine

The feds offer 20, he was still in denial

With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn’t make a sound

Chocking of the … , eyes full of tears

The moment his only son just got his cell 50 years

And the game don’t stop, baby mama still fuck

The discovery fit an angel, would’ve killed, fuck

Now you can’t cry, you’re through your old flicks

Brother on your daddy’s side now fucking your main bitch

Appeal been denied, no fulfillment in life

It’s the life of the party popping pills in the night

Now it’s 5 by 7, knives and weapons, lies and deception

Lose your life in this sector

See the game, what’s the price

High rolling was the dice

Money like a motherfucker, shot ‘em all night

Situation bad, pistol on his ass

Come up hard, we had to mash on the gas

Muscle was the come up, game was the struggle

Came from nothing, made something into bubble

Hit it real big just for the hustle

Got a lot of it on another level

The pressure’s juice, what’s the price, your loving life

We did it right and got rich up on the hot lights

Aren’t you the hustle, new above the times

So we did it a little time, got back up on the grind

New about the soldiers, brace from the soldiers

Gave ‘em all the game, how to be a high roller

Dump the fucking people with this presidential sight

Got a bitch that night, put her on the same flight

The same type of nigga that would put it in her life

Talk from the old G to head five stripes

You is just a fiend just like a dope fiend, shoot up in your veins

Lick it clean with a triple beam

Higher than life, lean on a candy slayer

Take a shot, what’s jumping off the duffle bags

See the game, what’s the price

High rolling was the dice

Money like a motherfucker, shot ‘em all night

Situation bad, pistol on his ass

Come up hard, we had to mash on the gas

Muscle was the come up, game was the struggle

Came from nothing, made something into bubble

Hit it real big just for the hustle

Got a lot of it on another level

We the biggest hustlers in the game

Rick Ross, Birdman, DJ Khaled

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