Too Good To Be True Album Lyrics by Rick Ross

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SHAQ & KOBE

What is this?
(Maybach Music)
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Hahahaha

Niggas wanna see you lose when you're makin' moves (moves)
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules (rules)
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make a fool (fool)
I never thought I'd make the Forbes before I make the news (never)
Havin' a threesome with some bitches, it's still ain't amusin' (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, it's like I lit the fuse (it's lit)
I call the shots, and all the killers be like, "What's the move?" (Let's get it)
Hundred grand, you and your little man gets split in two (splitter)
Mmm, my life got way realer
Playin' with them millions and they turned me to a made nigga
Any way, and the cash is type reactive when they play with 'em
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted, 'cause we sprayed niggas
Mafioso sippin' Lobos
Jumpin' off the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was totin' choppers on the block, sellin' coco
Now we treatin' models like they thots out in SoHo (yeah)
Thirty mill' in cash, do these niggas bad (bad)
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad (pad)
I seen my dawg kill my dawg, just to get his stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slayed

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the chopper (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours

I left your team of niggas in the red tape (huh)
Diggin' through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (bang)
My niggas couldn't read, had impediments (huh)
But they never would leave any evidence (huh)
Your mother still in pain, it been a few days
What you know, this all it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game 'til the shots rang
Six niggas layin' on the same box spring
How you dead broke but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond (huh)
Got this chopper with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof 'cause I won't walk (God)
Killin' niggas in the streets, I call it the feast
Twenty million, I can see, and all in a week (boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots (huh)
It's only paperwork that when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you envious devil demons, you can suck a dick (bitch)
I hope you die slow with your blindfold (huh)
Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown (huh)
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos (woo)
And I got a pool in Paris in a bungalow (ha-ha-ha)
Still flippin' numbers talking summer sauce
Everybody get to eat, that's when a winner called (Double M)
Sippin' champagne, I own it myself (boss)
You niggas better learn to own you some wealth

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the chopper (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours

Some of this shit too good to be true
(M-M-M)

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Star Island

Tell them niggas, "Get in line," they ain't got no money (none, brrt, brrt)
Spent thirty-five million on my jet, nigga (woo)
Week later, spent another thirty-five million (woah, double M)
On a palace on motherf*ckin' Star Island
(Atl Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Take notes, nigga (huh)

Life up easy (lot), a lot of riders on it (a lot, ruckus)
I play greasy (what?), It ain't no plottin' on me (no plottin', brrt)
She too easy, I told the bro to lob her for me (throw that out)
If I catch you cheatin'
I'll buy you a watch, we probably gon' rob you for it
A lot of money (a lot)
You ain't never countin' no money 'til you get tired of money (woo)
Totin', runnin' 'round
Right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me (brrt)
Homie a clown, get hit in his head, you see on fire on 'em
Switchy on the pound, rip through his Louis felt like it's fire on him
It's hot
I'm with Ricky, me and my sticky (boss)
Right in the rear view, niggas tricky
I got twenty hoes right now, but only gon' two 'cause I'm picky
Pullin' a Rolls-Royce through my old hood
It ain't no way they could miss me (no way)
She was on demon time, lil' ho-ho (huh)
It ain't no way she could kiss me
It ain't no way (it ain't no way)
It ain't no way (it ain't no way)
I just sniped a famous bitch and cut her like she OJ
She was tryna play with me, I'ma text her on her birthday
For what? (For what?)
Just to ask her if she okay

Okay (okay)
Okay, okay (okay, okay)
Meek, I love it, nigga (i love it)
I love it (i love it), yes (M-M-)

Jokic and Murray, you know we determined
Sendin' my shooters like a movie, I'm closin' your curtains (uh)
Kobe and Shaq (Shaq), the bottles are black (black)
Denyin' interest to you snitches and all of you rats (rat)
Why you countin' my pockets? (Pockets)
Bitches DM my bitches (bitches)
Irs even talkin', real estate is extensive (Extensive)
My money retarded (ha), since you niggas is dummies (dummy)
And my label the largest (M-M-), I just came for the money (brrt)
I'm not dissin' you niggas (nah)
I'm just tippin' the killers (biggest)
We can share all the women (woo)
I'm not gettin' no feelings (hahaha)
Africa to Nairobi (Nairobi)
I got kids in the village (Village)
Yes, they call me, "Don dada" (don dada)
Been through pain and they feel it (uh)
Put the hoes on a bus (bus)
We could jump on a jet (jet)
737, I'ma jump on the next (hahaha)
Them fake ass lab diamonds (lab)
Left a lump on your neck (lab)
I gave your bitch a double M, it ain't none but baguettes (Baguettes)

Yes, baguettes
It's too good to be true (M-M-)
They can't believe we pulled it off, nigga (huh)

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Go To Hell

These are the things I can do without, come on
I'm talking to you, come on
Dope boy excellence
They gave you life-
Elevation
Uh (Cool & Dre)
And in return, you gave them-

Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (uh)
Now we ride double M's through the whole city (huh)
Niggas talkin' down, but they hoes feel me
A nine figure nigga, all I wanna talk is business (facts)
I seen a big mouth get a closed casket
Self made, took over the whole racket
A kilo after kilo, see who move the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (woo)
You can't be chasin' money with the wrong approach (no)
Commas only comin' once you got a coach (huh)
I'm the Walt Frazier, that's for all ages (ha)
The Don Shula, shooter nigga, tall lasers (brrt)
Bitch boys run to social media (woo)
Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (boss)
If I f*ck her once, she wanna f*ck me twice (huh)
All the real niggas clique up, let's get rich tonight (uh)

Only the real recognize real (oh)
Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real (hey)
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace

Uh
I put fifty on her wrist to make her nastier
I'm doin' numbers on these niggas, it ain't no passin' us
Bad bitch suckin' it out me, Count Dracula
Whole gang with me on a twenty passenger
Kraft with us, at the table eatin' crabs with us
Labels callin' everyday to get some cash to us
'Member when they thought I wasn't smart, they tried to laugh at us
But I still catch 'em at the door
Like "Give them Pateks up" (Give that shit up)
Laugh now, cry later, play it cool, slide later, I know I'm gon' die later
On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some now, laters
I'm a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us
Lil' shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan
I don't get her what she want, and she turn into a cry baby
Bye baby, I be out of time, baby
If they catch us on a date, you blowin' up like a bomb, baby
I made twenty mill' last month, you better make up yo' mind, baby
You can do anything you want, just don't get out of line, baby
I'm doin' anything I want, I'm havin' lunch with Tom Brady
Talkin' 'bout his girl problems
I can't lie, I related, only real recognize the real
I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel
I ain't make it to the NFL, but shit, I'm Meek Mill
And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail
Every time I rap, it sound like I'm talkin' in gold
And I'll never sell my soul

Only the real recognize real (oh)
Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real (hey)
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace

Uh, yes
My niggas got indicted, couple made it back (uh)
Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (yes)
I'm coppin' real estate like I'm still slangin' crack
I left Def Jam once I made the max (woo)
Look at how I'm livin', jugglin' the raps
I told the record labels "You can keep the plaques" (huh)
Choppers in the car, it ain't no need for masks (brrt)
I do it how I do it with my evil ass

M-m-maybach Music
Only the real recognize real (oh)
Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real (hey)

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800 Karats

I know they don't like me, niggas say I think I'm arrogant
I can't bring my Philly niggas with me, they like terrorists (brrt)
Pop out, I got twenty bitches with me and I'm sharin' 'em
That is not my lady, ho my baby, she my surrogate
Gave her twenty racks, she like, "Period"
Pussy cracked, super wet like a Aquarius
I asked her what's her sign, and she said, "Meek, a Sagittarius
I told you twenty times, this pussy makin' you delirious"
I'm serious, they cannot figure where he is
They cannot figure how I built this shit up like the pyramids
I figure-four a model bitch (yeah)
For an experience
Was in an SEL, that bitch be growlin', fast and furious (woo)
I got everything, for real
These niggas know how I came, for real
F*ck me once, she came, for real
F*ck me twice, I came Chanel
I do not like rappin' with these rappers, they be playin', for real
And I do not be playin', for real
I came with niggas that came to kill, on gang

(M-m-) this the biggest
(Huh) this the biggest
(Huh) this the biggest
(M-M-)

Fisher island, I drop the top, I got two bitches smilin' (hahaha)
Get a pilot, I'm takin' off, I'm talkin' different mileage
Mozambique, hit up my dawg, we diggin' for some diamonds
Me and Meek got all in on tellers who look the brightest (woo)
Bitches slide, won't come back (huh)
Just to come give me they neck (huh)
I just play with finesse, then I tell 'em what's next
I'm as rich as they come, I'ma get me some checks (boss)
I could live on the run, I got cribs on the West (Maybach Music)
I'm the best where I'm from 'cause I did it the best
All the bodies that we done done, know that come with respect (huh)
Get a dog check, woo, get a dog check, woo
I put some money on you niggas, pray to God, yes
In the Mecca, I'm David Beckham, better say your lecture
All the livin', I'm goin' extra, makin' sure it's epic
Goldman Sax, I never asked, but you gon' respect it
Rohan Marley, I'm smokin' godly, pettin' on my leopard
I don't f*ck with YouTubers
Still do cocaine manuevers
All you could've been records
Druski know who the ruthless
I get praise like a Buddhist
Long as yayo keep movin'
Brick of lab in my two-seater lookin' like it's a movie (Ah)

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Dead Last

F*ck love, I don't need to give you my heart, though I'm bleedin'
And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on, neither
I'm super loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah

Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware about it
Acting like I don't care about it
Never show my hand what they be saying 'bout us
Never show the 'Gram how we be playing 'cause I don't care about it
Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us
Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had in his life from standin' next to us
I can't even blame him, he get hype, he holdin' his camera up
'Cause I been really havin' it my way, this shit for regulars
She f*ckin' niggas that's regular
I had to cut her off, my money ain't even regular
Can't even f*ck her raw
And she know how I'm comin', she cum every time I f*ck her hard
But every time I nut, it just be something I don't trust at all
F*ck niggas they'll try to treat me like the underdog
Till I pulled up on them in some shit like a 300 ball
Act like you don't f*ck with us, you know that we don't f*ck with y'all
And we can stand on that till when our mothers pull that cover off, pussy

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it

Uh, yes
Oh yeah
Teterboro, pretty girl, she want to see the world
Shed a tear, ready to kill, just give me the word
Read a lot, I say a prayer because it mean a lot
Killin' niggas by landslide and never even out
Homicides all in my eyes as long as I'm alive
Birkin bags still full of hundreds, now let's count 'em out
Movin' on, niggas, they will do you wrong
Wanna war? Lil' boy, you better move your mom
Head shot, please Lord, forgive me when I air it out
Pay the killers to stay quiet, really say a lot
Dead and gone, if we brothers then we better bond
If I never said, "I love you," I must've said it wrong
Selling dubs when we wasn't sellin' much
When we was, we gave each other Michael Rubin hugs
I may have let you beat me to a watch
But I never let you beat me to the top

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah

Sometimes I wake up like, "F*ck everybody"
Every thotty that you always see in every party
Every nigga sleeping on me, talkin' petty 'bout me
I'm your worst nightmare, you's a Freddy body
Little homie Serial, he on his seventh body
Bm on some shit, still like that new 7 body
I'ma ball till I fall, bitch can never guard me
Coming short, that ain't no joke, and you can't Kevin Hart me
Niggas think they ridin' dirty, but they movin' very sloppy
Got me out here on the north, this shit very oppy
Got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy
Pussy very wappy, got a nigga jewelry shopping
Scoop her in a sundae, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me
Then got right back to it, bitch could never stop me
I should not be taken lightly, I'm a heavy topic
And broke hoes always trippin', but its never tropic
The Spanish mami say, "I like you talkin' heavy, papi"
New Pharrell, Louie V with the leather floppy
Pull up to the valet with the engine revving, Papi
Tellin' them, "Be easy, this a foreign, not a Chevy, papi"
Middle finger up like a Tupac picture
Middle finger up, up for who not with you

Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "F*ck you," it's "F*ck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worse then when I act like I don't care about it
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah

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They Don't Really Love You

(M-M-M-M-M)
I see all of the fake love, and
I know this shit too good to be true (M-M-M-M-M)
They don't really love you
Like they say they love you (double M, hall of fame, nigga)
Them niggas hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you (I'll die 'bout this shit)
They don't really love you (they don't really love you, so without a doubt, I'll murder 'bout this shit)
Like they say they love you (they don't, they don't)
Them niggas hate to love you (ooh, in the name of love, nigga)
They can't wait to judge, them niggas fake as f*ck (huh)
They don't really love you
Ooh
Don't say a word, just observe (with Meek)
Look at they body language, they nervous (let's get it, nigga)
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose (all these other niggas stayin' clear, nigga)
Ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher (shots fired)
Let the hate be the gas on your fire (shots fired)
Let them niggas know, they don't really love you (huh)
They don't really love you (don't be scared to die now)
They don't really love you ('cause it ain't no love)
Ain't no love (and we'll really die 'bout this shit, remember that, M-M-M)

Quarter mill' or what it feel, I just wanna build
Niggas watchin' pockets, now you the one they wanna kill
Never lame, but go insane just to get a chain
Storm the block like kamikaze niggas in the plane
Is he a superstar? The bitches know his name
I got a hundred cars, but they all run the same
I keep my niggas close, watch what your people post
I let the haters sub, I turn 'em into ghosts
Rarely is it love (what?), never is it love (what?)
It's too good to be true when you livin' like a thug
Richest in the city, really ain't no f*ckin' with me (ain't no f*ckin' with me)
Pointin' at you pussy niggas, ain't no pun intended (woo)
I done seen the low, I done seen the high
I done seen it all, still bein' penalized (Grrah)
Do it for my dawgs (dawgs), see it in my eyes (Eyes)
Kill 'em for the cause, nigga, Ricky on the rise

They don't really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don't really love you (they don't really love you)
Like they say they love you (they don't, they don't)
Them niggas hate to love you (ooh)
They can't wait to judge, them niggas fake as f*ck
They don't really love you
Ooh
Don't say a word, just observe it
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don't really love you
They don't really love you
They don't really love you (ain't no genuine love, none, M-M-M)

Come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer
Gave my word to my niggas, so you gotta play it fair
Shots fired, niggas duckin', so motherf*ck the money
Lights flash, I give my last for anyone who love me (huh)
Take a page of the Bible, pray your cup, it overflow
Once they made me an idol, slay 'em with some other flows
Once they gave me the title, time to buy another Rolls
Once I aim at my rival, boy, I took his mama soul
Ain't no love in the game, you better get a gun and hold
Co-defendant snitchin', indictment in the envelope
Free Slime, he doin' time because they done him wrong
Wish him well, let's flip and sell until he gettin' mail
I kept it real with my niggas and never got a hug
Shed a tear for my niggas and always called it love
I gave my last to your sister while she was on the run
And I still write you a letter and do that every month (huh)

They don't really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don't really love you (they don't really love you)
Like they say they love you (they don't, they don't)
Them niggas hate to love you (ooh)
They can't wait to judge, them niggas fake as f*ck
They don't really love you
Ooh
Don't say a word, just observe it
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don't really love you
They don't really love you
They don't really love you

But I won't stop now (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

We good?

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Million Dollar Trap

Back drawin' again (Atl Jacob he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, "If you ain't f*ckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah
Ownership, this ain't no rent out
We ain't flashing no guns
These niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out (y'all gon' die)

I ain't tryna throw no ones
Tryin' to take a bitch home, and pay her rent out
Nigga ain't really nobody, you turn into a body if I put a hit out
Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin' for me, I gotta slip out
Heavenly shit on my body, I'm like a virgin who ain't even been out
Godly
Shorty had surprised me, she said she wanted molly
I keep on swiping this black card, they keep on checkin' my ID
Most these niggas, they act hard, till shit turn to a robbery
Got real shooters in my backyard and rain things like Kyrie
Okay
One of my hoes wanted breakfast on water, I sent her to Bali
My hood lil' bitch ain't never seen nothing
Get happy when we go to hibachis
Tracker on the car, I move so quick, so fast they can't even find me
Back on your door, got southside hitters that's with me, get real, real slimey (Grimey)
Huh, I'ma give these niggas something they can talk about, okay
My young nigga put on 'levens just to walk 'em down, okay
Once you say it's up, it's nothing we can talk about, no way
If he hate too much, or pose a threat, I tell my youngin', "Go spray"

Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, "If you ain't f*ckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah
Ownership, this ain't no rent out
Niggas
We ain't flashing no guns
These niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out

Brick of lab, walk in the jeweler just to pick up bags
Caught a feelin' and spent a million on your fickle ass
In the bed, I'm getting head with my pen and pad
Winnipeg, arm and a leg when in my candy rag
Seated throne, I feel at home with my Nia Long
Smell like money when you around me, so it's free cologne
Rich as f*ck, to keep it real, bitch, I need some more
Friend or foe, the way I'm moving, will I live to know?
Am I pinnacle? No
Am I cynical? Yes
Am I swimming in dope?
Can you get it for less?
It's too good to be true, why so calm and collect
Hoes in Coconut Grove, I like calling for sex
Biggest

Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, "If you ain't f*ckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah
Ownership, this ain't no rent out
We ain't flashing no guns
These niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out

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Grandiose

Hey, aye, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub
Afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay
Okay, okay, okay
Nigga, that's okay

She know and it's fat, okay, she making it claps
I get to that paper, I'm spendin', I'm savin'
As soon as I wake up, I'm makin' it back
She wanna f*ck with me bad, I'm knowing it
I'm tryna make her relax, pull out that foreign you around me
It's over with
Give a f*ck if you makin' it snap
Walk right in the club, go straight to the back
Gave shorty a dub, and they made her attack
One time, I f*cked her, I told her I love her
I woke up and text her, "I'm takin' it back"
Geez, I keep bad bitches on they knees, they goin' savage if I say please
None of my bitches is average, they tee'd
I'm getting yucked up in the back of the V
Mixed with the 12, spittin' out fire and giving them hell
These niggas be hating, my wrist is on water shit
I'm just surprised they ain't wishing me well
I had put a lil' Patek on shorty 'cause when I did time
She was sendin' me mail

Aye, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub
Afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay

Bal Harbour my drop top, laugh at niggas like, "Haha"
Rich niggas don't walk fast, we courtside, few high fives
Bad bitch, low income, I fix that
Then then some, my young boy be (twenty-one)
Gotta big stick, might limp something, bad bitch be dumbfound
Her friends wanna come around, black bottles, that's one round
In the night wit gun sounds, grandiose my repertoire
Car show, I set the bar, sidestep that fed charge
Free Slime, all red cars, grandiose, I define
Money pile be knee-high
Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time
Unannounced, we pop, count six mill like three time
Money pile be knee-high, money pile be knee-high

Aye, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub
Afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay
Nigga, that's okay

Maybach Music

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Above The Law

Rozay, Meek Milly, and Billy
Too good to be true
Another one
Maybach Music

I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law

Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So postin' guns on the internet, we don't condone
It's like snitchin' on yourself
Doin' crimes on camera, you like a witness to yourself
This new Louie came from Virgil, that's why it's drippin' on my belt
For all them times was in them trenches, had to whip it up myself
Try and get it back, nigga, we gon' let it stack (stack)
Never pullin' over for the law in a pack (pack)
I remember times sellin' dimes to get a check
Now a days, the only time we doin' time is a Patek
Run my check, nigga

I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law

Ten million worth of jewels in my interviews
Only made dude livin' in the Shaderoom (biggest)
I can see it in him, but I wouldn't say it to him
Or I can give it to him, did it in a day or two (brrt)
Go to club E11EVEN in the day time (huh)
Still duckin' 9-1-1 for the K-9
Quick to take her shoppin' with my play time
And I always f*ck her to the baseline (biggest)
Me and Meek, nigga, we the dream team
Murder niggas on Christmas Eve team
I see you lil' niggas with ya sub mariners
You know I'm f*ckin' ya bitch, I'm so careless
On the big black jet, we off to Paris
It's too good to be true, it's like a marriage
Me and just the money till the day I die (die)
Started with the envelopes and now our ceilings high, high

While you haters countin' us out, we countin' it up
One billion, two billion, three billion, four
Maybach Music

Cops yellin', "Freeze", I held my wrist up
All this ice, he prolly freeze tryin' to frisk us
I'm with this bitch she from Belize, look like a princess
Doin' two-hundred in the Lamb', gettin' dick sucks
You talkin' to the Rolex rockin', G5 flyin'
Say he on, there's no cap, he ain't lyin'
I don't think they made no jets that we ain't flyin'
I don't think they made bad bitches that we ain't dive in
Sittin' on the paper, aggravatin' the haters
Ballin' like Kawhi, Lebron Clippers and Lakers
Judge tried to send me to jail, did me a favor
Forty mill' strong, I'm on a year later, thank you

I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law, aye

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Fine Lines

Some things are too good to be true
Some things you simply have to ask for forgiveness for
So please forgive me
(This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet)
Can no nigga do it how I do it, none
F*ck 'em all, f*ck 'em all
It's the biggest
M-M-Maybach Music
Uh

I'm bridging the gap (gap), I did it with crack (crack)
Impeccable flow, scribblin' facts
Elon money's a must, all the women I lust
If it wasn't for rap, still keep winnin' with us
That's with pen and the paper, I won't quit 'til we made it
If we beefin', we bangin', I won't sleep 'til we slay 'em
Will Smith with the smack, Chris Rock with the crack
Then forgot of his dream, Guy Fisher was back
All you wannabe thugs, rock your corpse in the club
Niggas wanted the city, I just wanted the love
Box Chevy's in verse, can you spare me the dirt
Lot of killers amongst us, I won't speak on the worst
Lavish livin' is standard, can I paint on this canvas
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom
(Shit can not be for ransom, shit can not be for ransom)
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom

Our lies scar so deep
We can't uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Oh
I'ma record knowledge
I'm out of knowledge

Northfaces and Foams, we grew up in that joint
We was ballin' in Gordons before got Jones
Wake up early and go, still be late to the parties
Blame the watches I own I'm showin' up ASAP, Rocky
Stop me, Murakami my carpets
It's scary at the top, but at the top we fear the bottom
What that say about y'all? I can't make it off bars
I played your tape the other day, I'm afraid it's a "Nah"
It's a label to y'all, it's engraved in our scars
A decade with my guys, tribulations and trials
My ambition is gifted, it's nothin' baby, I shine
Wow, that's crazy, all this labor paid for acres and farms
Hah, well, this thing of ours, our DNA is everywhere
We like three Genghis Khans
It's the three-headed monster, mash Allah that we still on
And to think some lack the patience, now (?)

Yeah
nah
Why these stupid goofy niggas get that groupie on?

Our lies scar so deep
We can't uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time

Niggas I used to know, bitches I used to know
Crazy how shit go
God damn, farewell

I may stumble and trip, I won't fumble a brick
If you come with a diss, I'ma come with the shit
Neither lackin, I'm loaded, had this bitch in the city
That's the pussy I purchase, swear you niggas gon' feel it
Competition I crumble, niggas murder for mumbles
Brodie tap him a (?) sellin' kilos all summer
Got the prices to drop, livin' nice as The Rock
Hookahs all through the mansion, it's so nice at the top
Million dollars in watches, niggas envy my boast
Yes, it gotta be mine, all that sippin', I toast
Only dollars I sign, no economy flows
Heard you work with the feds, 'nother Barnaby Jones
Not a part of my bones, I just got a new bonus
So I got a new home, go to war like the Romans
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet
Now it's time to go home, not the same for opponents
(This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet)

Our lies scar so deep
We can't uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time

Crazy how shit go
God damn, farewell

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Gold Medals

Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (no)
Ain't gotta change a thing about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (you the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (you do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (you the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (you do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Maybach Music

We was in Miami when I f*cked you on the balcony
It was hittin' so good, it made me put you on a salary
Takin' all your time, I know your new niggas be tired of me
I got you actin' allergic to these people, like you got allergies
I blessed you, ain't no probably, I let you come and slide with me
Like Six Flags, this ain't first class or economy
This big bag, on a big jet
Right beside of me, got your momma and your auntie and them
Thinkin' you hit the lottery like throw that shit
Throw that shit, she throwin' it
Ass fat, she showin' it, she the baddest, knowin' it
And I'm super savage, when you f*ck me, put some ho in it
When he asks you what your place is
Just tell him that's it's over with, for real, you and me

Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (no)
Ain't gotta change a thing about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (you the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (you do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

You got the Richard Millie with the floatin' dial
The most from out of town, they even know your style
Onlyfans is just to hold them down
Our romances on our own account, huh
Mark Cuban, Elon Musk of this rap shit (yes)
I resort to sellin' dust, talkin' backflips (yes)
My ambition, her potential, call it urgency (woo)
R.i.p. To Juice WRLD, he had the world to see (woo)
I'm rollin' up the weed, she bumpin' Trippie Redd (uh)
Before we go to eat, she know to give me head (uh)
I know we in a league, competin' by ourselves (biggest)
I'm the only one you need, them other niggas failed
You're not his first bitch I f*cked either, baby

Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (no)
Ain't gotta change a thing about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (you the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (you do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (you the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (you do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Do that shit (don't), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah

Sit you on the top, I love to watch you levitate
Lick you from the bottom to the top in every way
Eyes closed, let me describe to you just how you taste
Put them diamonds on your neck and drape 'em 'round your waist
Road to riches, I could tell you that's a bumpy road
Every pair of heels, that's just to make you touch your toes
When I f*ck you on the beach, I'm tryna touch your soul
Birthday sex, that's only when I f*ck you slow
I done shared a lot, bitch, you can get the most
I prepared the pot, so now let's make a toast
No longer just my bitch, it's time to take an oath
I've been watchin' Jay and Bey and I've been takin' notes
Real talk, biggest, uh

Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (no)
Ain't gotta change a thing about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (you the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (you do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Do that shit (don't), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah

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Iconic

Sippin' Luc Belaire
Smokin' on this high tolerance
Nothin' but the finest flowers
Please believe it (Maybach music)

Never look at pussy from a bitches point of view
It's us against the world, you got me in your corner, boo
I'm gettin' money, I can go and buy a bitch a body
Mind over matter, so she bought the Maserati
Apartment in the city, rule one, I'm in the city
I ain't gotta Tweet it all, my niggas know I'm with it
Car show king, cop those things (King, things)
Her Gucci bag tote, that's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state, gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy, high heels mean
Airplanes loaded, Valet the Lotus (ooh-ooh)
In the pool notice, yeah, that nigga roguish (ooh)
Balenciaga smell, LV totes (totes)
Donald Trump taps, smell kilos (woo, you see it?)
Giuliani next, Renzel wrote it
Ht grow it or I won't smoke it (nigga)
Lv luggage, shorty so rugged (biggest)
Concealed weapon permit, 'cause she know I'm thuggin' (yes)
Watch my back, 'cause you know I got yours (I got you)
Collins Ave shoppin', how we moppin' them stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I got it)
Banker wear suits (I got it)
Money like Maloofs (I got it)

Milly on my neck, got lil' shorty out her body (Rahmeek)
Met her in Atlanta, but I f*cked in Abu Dhabi (Rahmeek)
Bully in the driveway, choppas in the lobby
Stretchin' out some baddies, like I signed up for palates
Doin' karate in a Lamb' chop
My son like three and he keep askin' 'bout his grand pop
Leave it up to me, I'll be SP with all these damn shots
Dead opps, red dots, givin' out head shots
And I fear not, deep in them trenches, hold my head high (bang)
And me and my niggas don't beef 'bout bitches, 'cause we share thots (bang)
And a lot of shit don't be my business but I hear a lot
My youngin' killed my other youngin', I'm in a weird spot (ooh)
These niggas tryna be on the 'Gram, they ain't tryna share a cot
I came up trappin', sellin' grams, but now I share stocks (nigga)
I'm from the bottom, if that's my man, shit, I'll share a watch
I'll share a chain, 'cause that's the life
Forget we wasn't lit, we used to share flings (we did it, we did it)
She gon' give me toppy in the Maybach to the airplane (huh)
If she do it sloppy, get a AP and some earrings
Jewelry be so loud, you come around me, prolly hear things
We caught them same cases niggas caught, never said things (never)
Mansion with the pool, I ain't never swim (woo, nigga)
Sold Ross the mansion in the A, I never been (fact)
Buttons on the tools, f*ck 'em let 'em spin (woo)
Mama told me," If you go to war, you better win", whoa

Lv luggage, shorty so rugged (uh, what?)
Heavy Fashion Nova, I'm so gutta (nigga)
Vegas for the fights, heavy on the ice (fights, ice)
All the flights chartered and we rollin' dice
Menages in the pool, the pool on the roof (roof)
I hit her in my Nikes like I ya boy was playin' hoops
Double M a cult, seated on Revolt (Revolt)
Diddy by my side, I got shooters and they scopes
Such a paradox comin' from one pair of socks
Lesson number one is that you never call the cops (uh)
Somebody gotta bleed, somebody wipe they eyes (bleed, eyes)
You never cry out loud, some things you keep inside (never, yes)
Some things you keep inside
Some things you keep inside (uh, boss)

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Lyrical Eazy

Glock 4 Peezy, this shit too easy (too easy)
These f*ckin' rap niggas be talkin' too greazy (too greazy)
Say it's smoke, well run up on me, nigga, when you see me (see me)
Pussy (f*ck 'em)
Murder on my mind, I been up all night
Two bad bitches tryna f*ck all night
Heard we was in the club, he had to duck all night
I told 'em catch 'em at the let-out, shoot his truck on sight
Niggas ain't got it (got it), niggas ain't 'bout it ('bout it)
Hundred cash large, black card in my pocket (pocket)
Rose gold Richie (Richie), I don't even rock it (double)
Brand new Benz for what? (Woo) 'Cause I don't even drive it
Niggas diss, I ain't respondin', I'm like, "Y'all ain't even poppin'"
'Cause we been mobbin', flyin' private, different islands (woo, free Slime)
And I ain't lyin', I got this money shit to a science
Got your baby mama in the Bahamas actin' different and she wildin'
Off that 42, get turnt like Dugg and 'em (free Dugg)
'Bout that cash, it get real slimey, talk like Thug and 'em (free Thug)
Niggas say they f*ck with us, but we don't f*ck with them (f*ck 'em)
My youngin' get that choppa, turn to Andre, he start drummin' 'em (brrt, boss)

Grew up in the projects, jumpin' on the roof (yeah)
Garbage bag full of dollars, I could front a movie (movie)
Young Jimmy Iovine of the crime scene (woo)
Leave a nigga whole team on them IVs (ah, brrt)
Point 'em out and put 'em on obituaries (splat, brrt)
Love or business, either or, it's only temporary (ha)
Carol City niggas, never known to sympathetic (Carol City)
I'm 'bout the money, you can miss me with your freaky fetish (woo)
Straight from Star Island, take me to Jamaica (Lord)
Three-hundred foot yacht, never droppin' anchor (huh)
Count a thousand pounds as we ride around (one thousand)
Disrespect is not allowed so we shot him down (brrt)
Bricks in the crate, first forty-eight (brrt)
Lamborghini out the box, so who wanna race? (Wow)
My attorney talkin' facts, rats on the tape (huh)
I'm talkin' money off the top then count it in your face (biggest)

M-M-M
Gang, you know?

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Pillow Talk

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
We got Glocks (glocks) on Glocks (glocks)
Blocks (blocks) on blocks (blocks)
We got hoes on hoes (hoes)
We put thots on thots, gang

None of my bitches is regular
None of them switches is regular, we put on them blicks
You gotta watch what you said it was
I'm playin' chess on these niggas, I'm really equipped
Niggas cannot get ahead of us, floorin' inside the (?), I'm really the shit
Spoke on my name, he really bitch
If I speak in a song then it's really a hit
Woah, that was a double play, young nigga a savage and he tryna double back
I tell him, "Chill", he want the funeral, he too for real
He tell me he want him dead, I'm in the field
Like I'm a runnin' back, I'm tryna tell him that I want it comin' back
I'm with the Bully Boys, I'm really chillin'
Well, he tryna kill 'em boys, I'm tryna, ah
I'm tellin' killers that I want my money back
Niggas that owe me, I don't even want it back
Niggas they know me, I never been pussy
You act like I'm pussy, I'm gettin' in front of that
Threw me that pussy, I'm gettin' in front of that (five in the front)
I was tryna nut in her mouth lil' shawty was tellin' me
"Come in there, oh no, like where is the tubber at rose gold?"
Van Cleefs all my freaks (Van Cleefs)
Chanel on all my hoes (woah)
Buss down all my sons (yeah)
Ap all my bros

Let's eat (let's eat), let's eat (let's eat)
Let's eat (chow down), let's eat (chow down)

I get to your counted release (release)
We tryin' that paper Phillipe's (try that)
I feel like a dime, I pull up to Swan
The top down when I'm whippin' her down
Glock down, I won't really respond
The opps down, I ain't really town
Not really around, I feel like a circle
Get them bitches, I'm bendin' 'em down
They really be clowns, these niggas is Urkles
When we catch 'em, we strippin' 'em down

Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, let's eat
Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, let's eat
Let's eat (Richie Ravioli), let's eat (let's eat)
Let's eat (chow down), let's eat (chow down)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (han)
Maybach Music

Diamonds drippin', killer steppin', never come with confession (never)
Call of Duty, all my shooters know to follow directions (han)
Cars are garage kept (yes), shootout's a contest (yes)
So place a bomb bet (yes), you haven't won yet? (Never)
We thick on our corners (ha), come and get a small bonus (get it)
This what you call moments, pillow talkin' informant (rat)
Catch you flight in your bonnet (rat), time to pay more than hommage (rat)
Want us all in confinement (rat), but that's not the assignment (rat)
Real estate is invested (han), got ten mill' on my necklace (what?)
All my niggas get money (nigga), success just so infectious (nigga)
Alton road in my drop (drop), but I do my stocks (big glass)
Shy away from the stocks (han), hands on with the blocks
Got the pistols with switches but gave my hitters permission (facts)
If you hood and you snitchin' (facts), time to start a petition (facts)
This too good to be true (true), it's to good to be you (nigga)
Got a spa on the jet (woo), so send the masseuse

Let's eat (let's eat), let's eat (let's eat)
Let's eat (chow down), let's eat (chow down)
I get to your counted release (release)
We tryin' that paper Phillipes
Let's eat (let's eat), let's eat (let's eat)
Let's eat (chow down), let's eat
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

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Millionaire Row

Got to have money, money (M-M-M-)
And more motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money (M-M-M-)
It's all about the money right now
If you're broke, get the f*ck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some swipes? Get that-

More motherf*ckin' money (swipe, haan, motherf*cker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherf*ckin' money (get f*ckin' money, swipe)

Yeah, nigga, don't quiet now (credit card swipe)
It's time to spend some money, nigga (swipe, hey, hey)

Count it 'til my finger numb
F*ck a money counter (shawty, count it, ayy, what's ya-)
I been poppin' them Teslas 'fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love 'cause they need somewhere to stay (ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
And if I nut on your stomach, that's five mill' in your womb (baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
F*ck a tab, we don't chop it, cop the slab
Don't leave a comment, drop a bag (don't leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (bounce, bounce)
Little mama's a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)

More motherf*ckin' money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherf*ckin' money

I f*cked a bitch, then she pissed, rapper niggas gon' diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, networth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty-million a tour (ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the cars, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that's if you've mastered the art
It's time to f*ck a few bitches
F*ck 'em malicious
She love to get nasty, it's like a f*ckin' Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin' chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that's appealin'
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball

More motherf*ckin' money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherf*ckin' money

More motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money

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In Luv With The Money

Bossed up
It's Too Good To Be True
The biggest
Huh

I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love, yeah), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (for real)
I'm in love (I fell in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (for real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money

How you niggas wanna play this, we can keep it basic
Killin' witnesses while out on bond and we beat the cases
Build the condo right on Collins, but can't become complacent
I'm the richest in the genre, and all my leaf is flagrant
Every day I'm livin' larger, that can't be debated
I got criminals and partners and all our secrets sacred
I got bitches like they bottles when I be out in Vegas (uh)
Ten million worth in diamonds, I feel so amazing (woo)
Garage full of muscle cars, it's like I'm Vin Diesel (boss)
How the f*ck he was your boss when he didn't feed you? (How the f*ck?)
Robert Smith numbers, Byron Allen hustle
Ricky Ross results, I need a big number (woo)

I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I fell in love), I'm in love (I fell in love)
I'm in love with my money (for real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (for real)
I'm in love (I'm in love, huh), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money

Cauliflower the smoke, livin' like I was Sosa
Now it's slippery soap, on the shelf and your gross
I consistently post, goin' live from my sofa
Lamborghinis and bitches, ain't no need for no chauffeurs
Niggas wanna do dishes, better give me some distance (uh)
I'ma do you so dirty (ooh), can't believe that I did this (ooh)
Gucci luggage, I'm pimpin' (ooh), trust me, nigga, this pimpin' (ooh)
I bought all the new straps (huh), John Wick with the extensions (yes)
You want facts or the fiction (facts), hundred million I spend it (facts)
On the crib, it's a privilege (ooh), yeah, my jet is for business (ooh)
Double M is expensive (ooh), every brick is expensive (ooh)
I'ma end with this sentence (huh), let my dogs out the kennels

I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (for real)
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I'm in love), I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love with my money (for real)
I'm in love (I fell in love), I'm in love (I fell in love)
I'm in love with my money

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SHAQ & KOBE (Remix)

What is this?
(Maybach Music)
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Hahahaha

Niggas wanna see you lose when you're makin' moves (moves)
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules (rules)
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make a fool (fool)
I never thought I'd make the Forbes before I make the news (never)
Havin' a threesome with some bitches, it's still ain't amusin' (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, it's like I lit the fuse (it's lit)
I call the shots, and all the killers be like, "What's the move?" (Let's get it)
Hundred grand, you and your little man gets split in two (splitter)
Mmm, my life got way realer
Playin' with them millions and they turned me to a made nigga
Any way, and the cash is type reactive when they play with 'em
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted, 'cause we sprayed niggas
Mafioso sippin' Lobos
Jumpin' off the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was totin' choppers on the block, sellin' coco
Now we treatin' models like they thots out in SoHo (yeah)
Thirty mill' in cash, do these niggas bad (bad)
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad (pad)
I seen my dawg kill my dawg, just to get his stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slayed

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the chopper (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours

I left your team of niggas in the red tape (huh)
Diggin' through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (bang)
My niggas couldn't read, had impediments (huh)
But they never would leave any evidence (huh)
Your mother still in pain, it been a few days
What you know, this all it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game 'til the shots rang
Six niggas layin' on the same box spring
How you dead broke but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond (huh)
Got this chopper with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof 'cause I won't walk (God)
Killin' niggas in the streets, I call it the feast
Twenty million, I can see, and all in a week (boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots (huh)
It's only paperwork that when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you envious devil demons, you can suck a dick (bitch)
I hope you die slow with your blindfold (huh)
Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown (huh)
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos (woo)
And I got a pool in Paris in a bungalow (ha-ha-ha)
Still flippin' numbers talking summer sauce
Everybody get to eat, that's when a winner called (Double M)
Sippin' champagne, I own it myself (boss)
You niggas better learn to own you some wealth

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the chopper (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours (twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' twenty-four hours

Some of this shit too good to be true
(M-M-M)