Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Last Breath

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[Intro - Rick Ross]

Nigga, long as you livin’ how you wanna live

Niggas gon’ talk about you

And that’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)

Niggas only salute niggas that’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)

I wanna ball though

[Hook - Rick Ross]

I’m ballin’ til my very last breath

I’m ballin’ til my very last breath

Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not

Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block

I’m ballin’ til my very last breath

I’m ballin’ til my very last breath

Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls

I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]

I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet

We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet

Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse

Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess

What’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price

When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life

Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife

Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice

Got me holding my nuts, while I’m rolling the dice

760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white

Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight

Thinking I’m doing wrong, when these niggas ain’t right

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]

????? then bought me a Rolls

When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was old

All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold

I heard them suckas was hatin’, I’m fucking all that they own

So I don’t blame ‘em, no I don’t knock ‘em

But if they play my dogs, we slay ‘em, I’m talkin’ pop ‘em

Once I’m ????, they talkin’ bout us

Acting like bitches ’til we spray ‘em, ?????

I’m ballin’ till my very last breath

I hustle like I’m on my last check

And I ain’t even in my bed yet

I wake up in the morning, where the cash at

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]

All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas

Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner

Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I’m good

All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took

Talkin’ ???? pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon

Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning

Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants

Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach

I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first

When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst

Ain’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride

Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4 - Birdman]

Ballin’ till my last breath

Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess

Hallways, choppa boys everyday

Spend your bank full of hundred B’s in your face

My lil nephew was a born killa

Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga

‘Til I showed him how to cook a bird

Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work

Matches up in every town

Puttin’ it down, hold it down for my fuckin’ rounds

All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook]

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