Ft. Rick Ross & Trey Songz I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die Yea, I got ‘em yellin’ “ Oh God, Lord” Presence fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford **** G4s, I charter private Concords And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge ball Toast them bottles with the booze Smell and stink like old money buried in the king’s tomb When you think we smell funny, certain ****** wanna watch ‘em When it comes to money I’m a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom When it comes to bread, y’all ****** know it’s me I articulate beautiful like a poetry Hoes bring me that paper just like they all in 3’s Chip ‘em a revenue, God bless my rosaries Listen , that’s why your witness and your highness We’re celebratin’ success and sippin’ on the finest Most you ************s need to learn to stand behind us When we come and dismantle you ****** quick and leave you spineless But that’s for you to dodge us I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die She see me stackin’ cheese in my saggy sheets Silver and Sela, smokin’ lavender leaf Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the streets I’m getting score, that Ferrari seats Riders at the top, get arrogant on ‘em Set a bottle off, you can ride if you wanna My money mandatory, slippy what deposits look Money green, Maserati with a body kit Dead presidents, got my name on the blim Fast in the residence based on a tip Playin innocent, the state attorney want a grip I’ve got enough, get with puff, I could make a flip **** the charge down for me to top the Forbes list I’m a fat boy, I but ‘em on that poor **** You see that money? I’m touchin’ mine It’s Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta Rhymes I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin’ these bottles open Passin’ the time, securin’ lanes, gurkin’ forgot smokin’ Controllin’ every room when I enter there start toastin’ Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is open As we do the impossible It seems successfully manifestin’ a thought and livin’ out the dream Leave an unforgettable mark of mud I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen Every day is like a weekend Like we never give a ****, celebratin’ for no reason A convoy full of trucks, ain’t no question, we all eatin’ Then it’s silence when I talk like I’m hearin’ the Lord speakin’ now As they complain about my ways Cuz I’ll be grindin’, never sleepin’ just be ballin’ on for days Be ****in’ every model, every **** in out the strays And then I’m bouncin’ that Bugatti slowly totin’ on the haze Then we pass this **** to Trey I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die
Ft. Rick Ross & Trey Songz I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die Yea, I got ‘em yellin’ “ Oh God, Lord” Presence fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford **** G4s, I charter private Concords And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge ball Toast them bottles with the booze Smell and stink like old money buried in the king’s tomb When you think we smell funny, certain ****** wanna watch ‘em When it comes to money I’m a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom When it comes to bread, y’all ****** know it’s me I articulate beautiful like a poetry Hoes bring me that paper just like they all in 3’s Chip ‘em a revenue, God bless my rosaries Listen , that’s why your witness and your highness We’re celebratin’ success and sippin’ on the finest Most you ************s need to learn to stand behind us When we come and dismantle you ****** quick and leave you spineless But that’s for you to dodge us I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die She see me stackin’ cheese in my saggy sheets Silver and Sela, smokin’ lavender leaf Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the streets I’m getting score, that Ferrari seats Riders at the top, get arrogant on ‘em Set a bottle off, you can ride if you wanna My money mandatory, slippy what deposits look Money green, Maserati with a body kit Dead presidents, got my name on the blim Fast in the residence based on a tip Playin innocent, the state attorney want a grip I’ve got enough, get with puff, I could make a flip **** the charge down for me to top the Forbes list I’m a fat boy, I but ‘em on that poor **** You see that money? I’m touchin’ mine It’s Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta Rhymes I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin’ these bottles open Passin’ the time, securin’ lanes, gurkin’ forgot smokin’ Controllin’ every room when I enter there start toastin’ Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is open As we do the impossible It seems successfully manifestin’ a thought and livin’ out the dream Leave an unforgettable mark of mud I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen Every day is like a weekend Like we never give a ****, celebratin’ for no reason A convoy full of trucks, ain’t no question, we all eatin’ Then it’s silence when I talk like I’m hearin’ the Lord speakin’ now As they complain about my ways Cuz I’ll be grindin’, never sleepin’ just be ballin’ on for days Be ****in’ every model, every **** in out the strays And then I’m bouncin’ that Bugatti slowly totin’ on the haze Then we pass this **** to Trey I got whatever I signed You wanna hop in, ***** comin’ on Just have to have your mouth wide If you know that you plan on coming on On for what you.. And if you think we’re gonna stop That’s just absurd My little finger’s in the sky Screamin’ **** a hater til the day a ***** die
