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Rick Ross - SHcQ & KOBE Lyrics




[ Featuring Meek Mill ]

Ha, what is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Niggas wanna you lose when you makin' moves
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make 'em food
I never thought I'd make the force before I make the news (never)
Having a threesome with some bitches and still ain't amused (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, its like I lit the fuse
I call the shots and all the killas be like, "What's the move?"
100 grand you and ya lil man get split in two (split 'em)

Hm, my life got way realer playing with them millions and it turned me to a made nigga
Cnywhere with the cash is how I reacted when they played with him
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted 'cause we spray niggas
Mafiaso sippin' Lobos, jumpin' off the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was toting choppas on the block selling coco
Now we treating models like they thots out in SoHo
30 mil in cash do these niggas bad
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad
I seen my dawg kill my dawg just to get a stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slashed

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas (tuckin' the choppas)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)

I left a team of niggas in a red tape
Digging 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
But they would never leave any evidence
Your mother still in pain, its been a few days
But you notice how it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game 'til the shots rang
Six niggas laying on a same box spring

How you dead broke, but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond
Got a choppa with me for the close calls
Helicopters on the roof 'cause I want war
Kill a niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
20 million I can see in all in a week (boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots
Its only paper work when we leave the lot

Calamari in California, yea I want a kiss
Cll you envious devil demons you can suck a dick (bitch)
I hope you die slow with ya blindfold
Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos
Cnd I got a pool of parrots and a bungalow
Still flippin' numbers, talkin' summersaults
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called (double M)
Im 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 choppas (tuckin' the choppas)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)

Somebody said, "Too good to be true"
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Ha, what is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Niggas wanna you lose when you makin' moves
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make 'em food
I never thought I'd make the force before I make the news (never)
Having a threesome with some bitches and still ain't amused (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, its like I lit the fuse
I call the shots and all the killas be like, "What's the move?"
100 grand you and ya lil man get split in two (split 'em)

Hm, my life got way realer playing with them millions and it turned me to a made nigga
Cnywhere with the cash is how I reacted when they played with him
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted 'cause we spray niggas
Mafiaso sippin' Lobos, jumpin' off the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was toting choppas on the block selling coco
Now we treating models like they thots out in SoHo
30 mil in cash do these niggas bad
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad
I seen my dawg kill my dawg just to get a stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slashed

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas (tuckin' the choppas)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)

I left a team of niggas in a red tape
Digging 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
But they would never leave any evidence
Your mother still in pain, its been a few days
But you notice how it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game 'til the shots rang
Six niggas laying on a same box spring

How you dead broke, but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond
Got a choppa with me for the close calls
Helicopters on the roof 'cause I want war
Kill a niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
20 million I can see in all in a week (boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots
Its only paper work when we leave the lot

Calamari in California, yea I want a kiss
Cll you envious devil demons you can suck a dick (bitch)
I hope you die slow with ya blindfold
Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos
Cnd I got a pool of parrots and a bungalow
Still flippin' numbers, talkin' summersaults
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called (double M)
Im 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 choppas (tuckin' the choppas)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to f*ck in the shower
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustlin' 24 hours (24 hours)

Somebody said, "Too good to be true"
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Writer: David Meloni Jr., Giorgio Moroder, Jeffrey Oliver Robinson, Robert Rihmeek Williams, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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