Rick Ross - Rich As Gangsta lyrics

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(Intro)

Y'all niggas don't know what the fuck this is

If ya don't know, I'm finna break it down

(Verse)

I just upped my stock, fuck them cops

If you love hip-hop bust them shots

Your man priceless, if ya man's loyal

Betta give that man a raise your end up paying for it

If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay

No Adidas but I rock a brick a day

Talk about the jewels out a reach

Please, so I came back with a bigger piece

You still smokin' weed on your car chase

I'm pullin' off the car lot screaming: "God’s great!"

Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate

Elevators like Frank's on Scarface

New Presidential had that pave

Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale

Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover

Told Warner Brothers that the game's over

(Talking)

For me to move forward from here on I need 50

I ain't talking 50 Cent neither nigga, haha

(Verse)

I came back a rich nigga, yung mogul,

Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter

They want me face down on the pavement

Gang members claimin' I need to make a payment

It's hard for a young black executive

Can't you see we're all fucking relatives?

Relatively easy, we can go to war, fuck it, we can go to war

Chasing me a hundid million, that's a shy lot

Fresh up out the Feds system, welcome home Jabar

I watch 'em pray five times a day, nigga

Same one that used to moved the yay' nigga

AK's in his hayday, nigga

Benz Coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga

Got the Cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, nigga

Cocaine worth much more than gold, nigga

So what's your goals, nigga?

All my shit went gold, nigga!

(Verse)

I remember smokin' mid grade

Till I went and got my shit straight

I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape

Till they seen a Ghost with a template

Sittin' in the trap blowing big smoke

Trafficking my dope, with a thick ho

Feds tore apart squad, nigga

That's why I had to play the part, nigga

That wasn't me, it was a job, nigga

It gets deeper, that was just a start, nigga

Screamin' in my sleep, I know Lord hear me

Death to you fuckboys, on my 4th Bentley

(Outro)

Gangsta, nigga

Rich is gangsta, nigga!

This is gangsta, nigga!

Yeah, rich is gangsta, nigga!

You know where we came from, look where we at!