歌手:Rick Ross
专辑:《Summer 17》

You scared to die *******?
Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
All the ******* boys say they wanna be me
I got a lick boy, I got a lick
2017 trust me boy, this one is it
I used to smoke the ******* until my fingers burn
Pool of ******* ******* me
I got em' taking turns
My ******* bought the stick but you wanna fade
Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing
All my *******s mad they like ******* the world
Back to standin' on the ave with a couple birds
If you a killer well I'm tryna see
Cause calling the police is 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
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I pulled my pistol then I said my name
I know you scared but repeat your game
You off to hell when you see them flames
Now pray for me cause I had did some things
I'm keepin' neck bones in my mama pot
Got on my necklaces; I'm sittin' in a drop
I'm livin' reckless and it never stop
That's why I'm beefin' with a *******
Live right up the block
A body fall I might get double back
Your money gone that's why I'm runnin' rap
They put my rhymes in the New York Times
I let her snort a line, ridin' when I slide
I tend to smile when the bricks movin'
Might grow the beard big as Rick Rubin
Okay, Coral, ******* get 'em up
All them ******* smile
Who want it in the butt
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
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 *******s
So that gun'll jam
You know them *******s killers
How they name ring
You know them *******s winners
How they chain swing
All the ******* sellin' *******
Charge the same thing
Richest ******* in the hood
We call him Rain Man
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17
I want my *******s rich by summer 17