Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Pandemonium

rate me

3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money

straight flights

[Rick Ross]

I live by the cold war

drove from round the globe

all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove

general electric, perfected, cooking them O's

no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves

hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas

standing flat footed, I’m on my toes

froze, pandemonium overdose

paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf

preparing with transactions, with Russian shots of the smirnoff

playing for keeps I buss in ‘em ‘fore she get off

I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off

welcome to organised crime

money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times

the ’45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives

Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive

black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?

my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos

Feds get involved, I’m slipping off in the synagogue

issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I’ve been a boss

counting money stacks, your’s counter-fitted

I made my money back, when your accountant didn’t

went against the odds, its only one Rozay

my n-gga OKAY

[Chorus]

I got a penny in my pocket

million in the trunk

started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front

step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop

Pandemonium, causing pandemonium

half a million for the same car we rolling in

Pandemonium, pandemonium

we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it

[Meek Mill - Verse 2]

Million ways to make this money, you gon get it

on the grind 24/7 I’m with it

YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid

jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget

money knocking at the front door I’m like “who is it?”

it’s Benjy, tell my lil n-gga “goin get it”

cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I’m spend it

I’m like one’s for the money, two’s for the show of it

three’s for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it

four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it

you would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in

look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium

papi got them keys in, he like my custodian

I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian

I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it

We’s part the reason that them Churches got some services

the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

n-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it

f-ck ya girl, give her back I’m courteous

I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki

and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning

catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris

from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all

wanna f-ck em all

had my n-ggas down so I’m screaming f-ck the law

monday night wrestling, I’m so f-cking raw

she gon wipe me down, I’m gon brush her off

I’m way harder than the concrete

I say what my mind speak

word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece

for the low that 9 cheap

call me if you want it, haters see me

and I’m staying got ‘em sick to they stomach

[Chorus]

[Wale]

Whole time, see that fly sh-t I’ve been on

all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off

thats game b-tch aint sh-t

nudies? and some J six

where I’m from it’s cold

and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs

God bless you unless you was disrespectful

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

they say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down

so all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about

catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half

flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad

bitch I got a right to brag

bitch I got a right to boast

presidential suite and bitch

and I never use my right to vote

my vision enormous, my bitch’s is gorgeous

and I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming

shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad

that boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor

I’m known as Obama’s don’t I know no-one in congress

these bitches love me all the way, u got sorta’s and kinda’s

sort of remind you, why you don’t call no vagina

lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires

quietly becoming a top ten

you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere

?, earth tones in the winter

Purp rolled in a rillow

I am on my John Lithgow

Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out

I am on my Tom Brady y’all n-ggas is Eric Crouch

what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself

I can see your album coming

that shits like a sucker punch

here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch

dinner time she bring a friend

write my sh-t so vicious

y’all are like snitches you can’t see the pen

always on some new sh-t CNN

sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen

[Chorus]

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Thanks to Adrina

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