Rick Ross - This Me Lyrics

Wet bars on the boat
Wet broad money low
Real like Scott Storch off from the coke
Maybach's were a dream, now its all real
Its hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
Still get the chills I call em the goosebumps
Ya Alex had a vision i'm building like two trumps
Step in goosebumps i'm the main event
Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
Now thats what the f*ck I call a chain reaction
You see it, these niggas living off the pad
Ya I ran 100 miles but I did it all with class
Hands all glass, wrists all glass
Real on heron how long will the crystal last
Champagne to pour celebrate the cause
Hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers

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It's me nigga
It's me nigga
While we do our thing gimme sick fee nigga
Love to take a picture nigga this is history nigga
I'm used to gettin' money you can miss me nigga

Whats worst a testimony from your homey
Tables turn quick I told you not to f*ck with tony
You started with the dishes then it went to digits
I had to cross friendships its rules to the business
On the son with a sister like Gina
Beauty salon dream got the keys in the beamer
On the way to cheetahs pointin' an army
Land my spaceship with the spoilers on it
Seen the UFO's, FBI, ATF let 'em know how a nigga ride
44 with 4, 5's and 6, 4's
Half a pill two dimes six hoes
I need a slice of the pie
456 as I throw the dice in the sky
Head crack nigga, bread stacks nigga
Convertible purp ya I let my hair back nigga

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Lamborghini's and Maserattis are mediocre
When the lease over back to the streets soldier
Call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over
When the beefs over mike see the peach rovas
We the eats while we trying to reach each quota
No soda rolls rolla one owner
Broad yayo eighty grand one corner
Louis Vuitton right size don't want em
They trippin' I'm trippin' in tiffany stones
Get a mop peter prop I'm living it homes
Chauffeur I blow purp and no shirt
4 chains will put you down with more work

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