murda mami

rick ross

yeah! pussies don't get pussy

brooklyn

kinda short

dark-skinned

she a fly lil' bitch

be up in all them clubs spillin dom p and shit

know the boy stunt

jonathan kelsey clutch

yves saint laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps

d's love her aura

balenciago fedora

lame niggaz bore her

struttin like she kimora

she'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie

quicker than ron

stash it between her coochie

breeze through the hood

niggaz treat her like a o.g. first bitch in the hood

with the bentley coupe gt

brooklyn is the team

alexander mcqueen

bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam

five five

slanted eyes

bitch walk is mean

mahushi ron bracelets and armani jeans

they're called skinny

my bitch is like a rasta with it

black car

red bottoms

only mobster in it

it's like damn

bitch

niggaz lovin me now

oh-nine bonnie & clyde doin it now - whoa

murder murder

these bitches ain't never heard of

gettin money

gettin hurt up

impatient to leak them burners

aiyyo ross

send them bitches to the boss

the blood claat flyest bad bitch in new york

y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage

i'm ten million sold and that's soundscan knowledge

and all y'all rat bitches sound garbage

while me and ross like the hood version of bombings

bars give me style like when you steppin in my

the 38 special in my chanel sock

now i got the llama and ermet's dark

word to sly swifter fox who above me?

say hello in pumps

nickelus curt with that bomb

so ladies raise your glass to this man song

money ain't a thing

just look at my pinkie rings

so many numbers in the bank

shit could never be the same

tall four velours

withdrawals by michael kors

and i watch a pretty penny i'm talkin hundred or more

my critique for 'leet

not for the cheap

and my money in the street way longer than my receipt

dealin with the money

no all

i'm dealin with opponents

they gettin riddled

box niggaz up

on the ropes

louis sneakers

louis luggage

the colognes and soaks

smellin like money

my body tatted with hundreds

oh-nine bonnie clyde

gotta live with it like uh