Rick Ross - MMG Untouchable lyrics

rate me

When you get a lil’ paper, get ready for haters

They standin’ in line, they all suffer from vapors

I got me a ghost, I took off the tint

Bitch look at my face, I’m a grown ass man

I’m buying real estate and I’m buildin’ my plans

Can’t name a realer place, goin’ gram for gram

And all the killas hate, know who the fuck I am

Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams

My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games

I’m talking trigga plate never safe for lames

Just beat another charge, made ‘em drop that case

My lawyers goin hard, a nigga versus the state

Just bought another car, had to drop that top

For 200 dollars, she’ll suck that cock

Cause when you seen with me I’mma up that stock

I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks

And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot

As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got

Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most

Greenhouse on the couch, nigga see ? toast

Niggas makin’ the threats, you could put ‘em on Twitter

But out of respect I handle mine like a killer

I’m runnin’ the city like a pair of new J’s

Maybe the ? in the luggage, I got these hoes in a daze

Pan America raised, sippin Cir’c lemonade

Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt

In the back of the ghost, I can’t hear no whispers

In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga