Rick Ross - Bill Gates lyrics

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(Intro)

Call me Bill Gates

I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me, uh, ya heard me

I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me

And I'mma come thru' when you need me bitch

Ya heard me bitch, bitch, ya heard me bitch!

(Verse)

Silk sweaters, dirty Berettas and petty vendettas

Niggas is jealous, I get it, bring it when and whereva

Court dates and caskets, I'm tryna stay composed

Out on bond, on the run, won't eva sell my soul

Doin' bad, I shorted my connect a cool mil'

At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels

Or at the Palms and I know the Feds across the hall

I got a bitch who lickin' balls, my back against the wall

All black photographs that speak a million words

One selfie with me and they think you're dealin' birds

(Hook)

Louis towels and the Gucci slides

Bill Gates still real when it's out of style

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and I'm about to build a Benihana

Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew 100 million and I'm still straight !! (woooooo)

They started wavin' flags when the ruckus came

Just put 100 kilos on the stock exchange

(Verse 2)

Crack money, Nike sweats, wake up in night sweats

Homemade key lime pie we cuttin' slices

All my people eat at the table when we say our grace

One eye open for the Judas who wanna take my place

Twelve disciples, I got two shooters, nigga ten bodies

Caught a few niggas living thinking that I ain't bout it

Dickie shirts, blood stains, come with the drug game

Cell phones tapped, fast money and cum stains

Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble

Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat

FingerLickin' laugh ova lobster in the front seat

Niggas follow me in hopes of findin' my stash box

In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top

Look around I smile at you as I'm lookin' down

Bill Gates, that red Chevy it be thumpin' loud

I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fuckin' up

So fuck 100 bricks, flip 100 restaurants

(Hook Variation)

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana

Buyin' out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew 100 million and I'm still straight

They started wavin' flags when the ruckus came

Just put 100 kilos on the stock exchange