歌手:Rick Ross
专辑:《Rather You Than Me》

作词 : Mario Mims/William Leonard Roberts II/Shamann Cooke
作曲 : Mario Mims/William Leonard Roberts II/Shamann Cooke
Summer Seventeen （Explicit） - Rick Ross （里克·罗斯）/Yo Gotti
Written by ：William Leonard Roberts II
Rick Ross ：
You scared to die ni**a
Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
Rick Ross ：
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
All the d**e boys say they wanna be me boss
I got a lick boy I got a lick
2017trust me boy this one is it
I used to smoke the w**d until my fingers burn
Pool of b**ches f**king me I got em'taking turns
My ni**a bought the stick but you wanna fade
Made runnin'in the bank a residential thing
All my niggas mad they like f**k the world
Back to standing on the ave with a couple birds
If you a killer well I'm tryna see
Cause calling the police the only thing free
I had to park that purple Lamborghini
And pull that Chevy back out on the cement
I'm from the city where they kill for nothin'
And all Renzel do is push a button
Rick Ross ：
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
All my niggas I'm talking all my niggas
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
Yo Gotti ：
I had a quarter mil'when I was seventeen
Quarterback and quarter keys plus I own the team
Rather you than me rather me than you
Riding in that coupe hanging out shooting
Glass panoramic top I don't got no roof
Your b**ch wishing on a star
I can see the moon
I can count to a million with my eyes closed
And shoot a p**sy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded
Draco draco draco draco fitted cap a halo
Activis and Faygo no pussies on my payroll
It's 'bout to be a cold summer hot winter
This year in march I might make it rain 'til September
Rick Ross ：
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
Rick Ross ：
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated
Shots fired you short of breathing
Barefoot cause them kids took your Adidas
I'm keepin'fried fish up in my mama pan
How much y'all detectives call yo'boy the son of sam
Zaca flesh shake up the block that's with a hundred grand
Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam
You know them niggas killers how they name ring
You know them niggas winners how they chain swing
All the b**ches sellin'p**sy charge the same thing
Richest ni**a in the hood we call him rain man
Rick Ross ：
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
All my niggas let's go
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
Yo Gotti ：
Lord I'm talking all my niggas
All my niggas
Every one of 'em ni**a
Summer seventeen ni**a