Rick Ross - B.M.F lyrics

rate me

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Getting work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

My Rolls-Royce triple black, I'm getcha ho

Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Ichiro

Rosé, that's my nickname

Cocaine running in my big vein

Self-made, you just affiliated

I built it ground up, you bought it renovated

Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated

Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin'

Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?

Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at?

Uh, I got that Archie Bunker

And it's so white I just might charge you double

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Getting work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy

Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me

I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece

It's an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least

Look at yourself now look at me

You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be

Look at it this way, you niggas sideways

Always getting money, my nigga, crime pays

So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made

You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid

This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas

Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Getting work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

36 holes leave you bleedin' family

Words in them thirty-six o's in the kilogram

Blunt tip, armors like caviar

Wild and out, fish-tailin' Subaru, rally car

Out the passenger, lead in the automatic

For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off

Fuck around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off

Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors

And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption

Nine mils, fifty clip extensions

Hope it's like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it

And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Getting work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start