Rick Ross - Three Kings lyrics

Yeah, classic hip hop shitDr D-R-E, Rozay and JayLets get emWe started out mopping floorsNow we front row at the awardsNumber 1 for the last 20 yearsIf you real muthafucker scream cheersMuthafucker scream cheersAnd it is what it isHe wanted to shine at the swap meetTil the white boys got him in that hot seatOnly love it when her hair longYou should listen to this beat through my headphonesMoney long, number 1, 20 years strongFuck a gym, I am him, Andre YoungG52;s to 642;s, Dre got emIf the bitch bad I got her in red bottomsGreat weed, nice homes, bread properTech 9, long chamber, top shottaBentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopterBorn broke, real nigga straight outta ComptonThe fuck you magazine niggas want from me?I rewrote the game nigga, now talk moneyAll black on my Al Capone shitI built the house, nigga get ya own shitI only love it when her hair longYou should listen to this beat through my headphonesSee yall niggasHit the switches on that shit one timeLay the top downI came along way from the weed game20 stack seats at the Heat gameAnd Im still strapped with the heat manAnd we stepping on a nigga feet mayne8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-gameCousin was a crip said it was a c-thingBrown bag money in a duffle bagFuck em all, wet em, yeh we gotta double bagThe homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchenOn a mission, say he get it for sons tuitionReal niggas dreams coming to fruitionStumble but I never fall leaning on my pistolI only love her when that ass fatWe used to listen to this track in my MaybachIm just tryna be a billionaireCome and suck a dick for a millionaireIts just different, I know it feels differentI only love her if her eyes brownPlay this shit while you play around with my crownKing H-O, yall should know by nowIf you dont knowMillions on my wall in all my roomsNiggas couldnt fuck with my daughters roomNiggas couldnt walk in my daughters socksBanksy bitches, BasquiatsI ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted meThey working on another deal, they talking 250Im holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agreeEx D-boy, used to park my BeemerNow look at me I can park at my own ArenaI only love her if her weave newIm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?Been hoppin out the BM with your bmTaking her places you cant go with your per-diemScreaming carpe diem until Im a dead poetRobin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden GlobeI take an Ace in the meanwhileYou aint gotta keep this, its just a freestyleFuck rap money, I made more off cratesFuck show money, I spent that on drapesClose the curtains, fuck boy out my faceI whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the caseMurder was the case that they gave meI killed the Hermes store somebody save meStuntin to the max like wavyOoh shit, stuntin to the max Im so wavyUsed to shop in TJ Maxx back in 83I dont even know if it was open thenI aint know Oprah thenHad the Xl80 bike, loud motorThey be like, damn when Im coming throughHad a grill in 88Yall niggas is lateYou got all that right?I love this shit like my own daughterAnd spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught yaYoung, its just different