Money To Make
Get Well Soon!
歌手:Rick Ross
专辑:《Get Well Soon!》

[Intro]
My ****** 100, my corner 100
The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance
[Verse 1]
Now I’m f*****g with H, can't be taking no shorts
We scoring the points, we done made it a sport
Scheduled to testify, never made it to court
I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you caught
You can’t be talking live when you walkin' in the house
**** what you talkin' 'bout, *****, you walkin' in and out
I ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce
If you **** with an ounce, get the **** out the house
'Cause it's only s****es when you come in here
So for all you s****es, let me make it clear
Let me get it straight, I’m fis*ing to take
Not the fish in the tank
I got money to make
[Hook]
My ****** 100, my corner 100
The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance
My ****** 100, my corner 100
The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Real ***** in the building, where the work at?
That New Orleans Saints fitted, that’s my work hat
My ****** got that H, Percs, white and purp
And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dougie
Thug life, thug life, *****, I’m feeling like 'Pac
When I’m riding up your block
'Bout to release the 50 shots off top
Your ***** here, you'll get your issue
Your family, they gon' miss you
They gon' find you, we ain't miss ya
Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby
Your mami over your casket, asking "lord, why, baby?"
See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies
And in a hood that crank babies just to grow up just to jack babies
***** I’m from New Orleans, you can’t come where I’m from
Got a drum on a caper, Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum Pum
Boy I ain’t no fronter, it’s Ross, Mack and Stunner
I put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
See we stunting, **** with me, popping bottles, throwing money
****** giving headshots, *****, no running
Them hundreds came fast, b*****s came quicker
Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping
We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences
Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits
S*inning on these b*****s, after hour countin' tickets
Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission
We focus on another saddle, another batch
Another bird full of H, *****, comin' like that
Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin'
Blowin' while we counting, a hundred G’s in my pocket
更多>> Rick Ross的热门歌曲