作曲 : RICK ROSS/ROBERT WILLIAMS/CARL MCCORMICK [Verse 1]Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again ******’ with dem birds like Cam and dem I’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in We dem ******s on the curb with dem hammers and Whole brick throw it on a triple beam It get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr.CleanI be reppin in yo’ section me my ****** KeemGhost boys, in a ghost ****** I burn bread I ain’t talkin toast ****** Whole team of killers, I’m the coach ****** Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes ****** Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear I got some bad ******* that’ll get it there If you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there If it’s heavy then Omelly comin in a LearBricksquad, like Waka and dem If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den[Hook] Lean wit it, rock wit it Throw some bake up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it Throw some bake up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh![Verse 2] I made a million off a mixtape ****** get ya *******t straight I’m sellin that raw *******t, you sellin that whip weight Cookin’ up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya ******* face, Ughh!Fitfy cash in my pocket ******, I got the stash in my pocket I’m blowin money fast in my pocket Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash Club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast JagThe way these ******* wavin’ at me, you would think a cab passed Wondered why u hatin on me, ****** wit ‘cho mad ass Rollie on me cost a whole brick Killers with me ain’t go no pics These groupie ******* ain’t got no sense So we make a movie on dem ******* no script[Hook][Verse 3] Thirty-six treat it like a dirty ******* Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip Call me anything don’t call me by my government Cuz when I’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks Half these ******s in my hood be on some tellin *******t We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon *******t If I ain’t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum *******t Papi bring ‘em on the boat they know we sellin *******t Lean wit it, rock wit it Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it Seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it So when they pull us over they don’t find dem Glocks in it[Hook]
作曲 : RICK ROSS/ROBERT WILLIAMS/CARL MCCORMICK [Verse 1]Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again ******’ with dem birds like Cam and dem I’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in We dem ******s on the curb with dem hammers and Whole brick throw it on a triple beam It get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr.CleanI be reppin in yo’ section me my ****** KeemGhost boys, in a ghost ****** I burn bread I ain’t talkin toast ****** Whole team of killers, I’m the coach ****** Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes ****** Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear I got some bad ******* that’ll get it there If you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there If it’s heavy then Omelly comin in a LearBricksquad, like Waka and dem If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den[Hook] Lean wit it, rock wit it Throw some bake up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it Throw some bake up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh![Verse 2] I made a million off a mixtape ****** get ya *******t straight I’m sellin that raw *******t, you sellin that whip weight Cookin’ up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya ******* face, Ughh!Fitfy cash in my pocket ******, I got the stash in my pocket I’m blowin money fast in my pocket Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash Club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast JagThe way these ******* wavin’ at me, you would think a cab passed Wondered why u hatin on me, ****** wit ‘cho mad ass Rollie on me cost a whole brick Killers with me ain’t go no pics These groupie ******* ain’t got no sense So we make a movie on dem ******* no script[Hook][Verse 3] Thirty-six treat it like a dirty ******* Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip Call me anything don’t call me by my government Cuz when I’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks Half these ******s in my hood be on some tellin *******t We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon *******t If I ain’t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum *******t Papi bring ‘em on the boat they know we sellin *******t Lean wit it, rock wit it Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it Seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it So when they pull us over they don’t find dem Glocks in it[Hook]
