Rick Ross

Rick Ross - IDFWU (Remix)

rate me

Ft. Big Sean & E-40


It's the black bottle boss

Ricky Rozay, and you're rockin' with Dj Sean Mack

Ayo Mac, put this shit in the casket

You're rockin' with the hottest

The muthafuckin' hottest

(Verse: Rozay)

She waitin' on the mailman with a tax check

Later on I'm comin' thru', I gotta tax that

Suge Knight on a bitch, hit and run

Kevin Gates on that ass, quick lunch

Pac-Man - Mayweather, Ross links eye(?!)

Vegas homies out at Lakers on the East Side

On the beats I'm a beast, Marshall Lynch

Chronic smoke off the corner clears my conscience

Lookin' betta than her friends, body like a Benz

Pussy good, now these days I gotta move her in

Flow's cashmere and the voice thick

SuperBowl, roll with a dopeboy clique

Double M, we neva on the fuck shit

If I ain't hit her, I was neva interested

Mob ties, no shirt, like Fat Tody

In the label with a cable and a gat on me


I don't fuck wit ya

You lil stupid ass bitch, I ain't fucking wit ya

You lil dumb ass bitch, I ain't fucking wit ya

I got a million trillion things I'd rather fucking do

Than to be fucking wit ya

Lil stupid ass, I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck, I don't I don't I don't give a fuck

Bitch, I don't give a fuck bout ya or anything that ya do

Don't give a fuck bout ya or anything that ya do

(Verse 2: Big Sean)

I heard ya got a new man, I see ya taking a pic

Then ya post it up, thinkin' that its makin' me sick

I see ya callin', I be making it quick

I'mma answer that shit like I don't fuck wit ya

Bitch I got no feelins to go

I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilins to go

I mean fo' real, fuck how ya feel

Fuck yo two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah

& erryday I wake up celebratin' shit, why?

Cuz I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch

I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich

That's what put me on, that's what got me here

That's what made me this & errythin' that I do is my first name

These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain

Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me

I just bought a crib, three stories, that bitch a trilogy

& ya know I'm rolling weed that's fucking up the ozone

I got a bitch that text me, she ain't got no clothes on

& then anotha 1 text, then yo ass next & I'm gonna text yo ass back like


(Verse 3: E-40)

Got a million things on my mind

Executive deals online, limited amount of time

Chasing these dollar signs and ya ain't on yo grind

Ya might be able to find me up in the MGM casino in the D

Fuckin' off fetti I coulda put on property

From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my niggas put murder missions

She choose him, that's her decision, free my niggas in prison

On the phone wit a bitch who can't do shit

Fo' a pimp but make a nigga hella rich

Got a blunt in my dental, goin' H.A.M in a rental

On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio

I'm neva sentimental, go hard or go home, listen

Barely Harley, I'm chromeless, ya might end up domeless

I bet ya she into me, her cheddar, she giving me

I make a bitch stand outside foeva like the Statue of Liberty

Rest in pimp, Pimp C, undaground king of the South

I raise my Styrofoam up, and pour sum' drank in my mouth

Why ya always comin' around wit bad news?

Say ya want me to win, but hope I lose

Ass neva rock wit otha niggas in the crew

But them niggas cool, it's just that...


(Verse 4: Big Sean)

I got a new chick that I gotta thank God fo'

I got a new whip that I gotta thank a lot fo'

Yeah I got a lot but want a lot mo'

Yeah we in the building but I'm tryna take it to the top floor

I swear I hear sum' new bullshit erry day I'm waking up

It seems like nowadays errybody breaking up

That shit can break ya down if ya lose a good girl

I guess ya need a bad bitch to come around & make it up

I guess drama makes fo' the best content

Errythin' got a bad side, even a conscience

Now you're drinking till ya unconscious, feel me when ya get a fine bitch

Just don't foget to read the fine print

Life got me meditating like I'm in the Himalayas

Keep it G wit the L lit on me like the elevator

Yeah, I know that karma's too real so I hope ya doing cool

But still stupid ass bitch I ain't fucking wit ya

Little stupid ass I ain't fuckin wit

I ain't fuckin', I ain't I ain't fucking wit ya

I ain't fuckin' wit ya

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