b.m.f. (blowin' money fast)
Singer:rick ross
real niggas getting money from the fucking start
real niggas getting money from the fucking start
my rolls royce triple black
bottles like i'm meech ho
cocaine runnin' in my big vein
talking plenty capers nothing's been authenticated
funny you claimin' the same bitch that i'm penetratin'
where the fuckin' felons? where my dogs at?
i just might charge you double
real niggas getting money from the fucking start
real niggas getting money from the fucking start
these motherfuckers mad that i'm icy
stunt so hard make them come and indict me
always getting money my nigga
got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga
real niggas getting money from the fucking start
real niggas getting money from the fucking start
the thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam
word to them thirty-six o's in a kilogram
fishtailing subaru rally car
letting the automatty off
a egg of that girl i'll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
fuck around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
four shooters bugging out
blicking at ya caddy doors
did i mention guns from red dead redemption
coke is like a mattress in the hood
and the money's like a chair
real niggas getting money from the fucking start
real niggas getting money from the fucking start