[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather you than me
If you’ve been fking with me since Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fking journey
M-M-Maybach Music
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
fk it
Beat Billionaire
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m pulling off the lot, I bought it c
ash
Her future bright, don’t give a fk about her p
ast
Her ass be looking good inside the le
ggings
But I notice that she missing all her e
dges
I run the game just by running with the
felons
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga cali
sthenics
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a b
everage
I know the judge, so I got a lot of lev
erage
psing on these bches is a fetish (R.
Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (al
l ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a
letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapell
a
Can’t trust no people fking with the r
everend
I got a chopper, but don’t make me be th
e devil
He knocking on the door and know the pas
sword
Gave me his blessings, boy I’m hotter t
han the last verse
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead preside
nts
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas
militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven
innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven
innocent
[Verse 2: Future]
N.C
I got thirty white bches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood m
oney
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as
fk
I got wet stripper pussy at the a
irport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath
tub
fk this Philippine pussy in some house
shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war w
ounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain'
t no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Ha
itians
The murder’s on the news, all front p
ages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain’t no r
elations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fij
i
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a
repeat
And I’m fking niggas hoes cause they e
asy
I’m in here fking niggas wives, balls
breezy
She gotta fk me like she love me, like
she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra
TVs
I make a movie every single fking day
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek f
ace
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead preside
nts
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas
militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven
innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven
innocent
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow br
acelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow p
ages
fk you niggas was, when I was ashy nig
ga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy n
igga
Build a empire, yeah that’s what my state of m
ind
Motherfk ’em all, yeah that’s what my
state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it L
ego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it’s A
msterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the tr
uths
Sixteen when I bought my first ro
llie
Legend in my hood just like I’m E
scobar
Never ride dirties in the
extra car
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead preside
nts
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas
militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven
innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven
innocent
