911
(专辑: The Black Bar Mitzvah - 2012)
[Rick Ross:] God forgives... I
don't In other words, retaliation is a
must! I
bow my head, I
pray to God Survival of the
fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I
die today, on the
highway to heaven Can I
let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a
bullet, this one for the
money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I
do is ball Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a
mall Fired the
stylist, went and bought a
big and tall Niggas still scheming, but we sliding on 'em all! I
remember picking watermelons Now the
Porsche cost me a
quarter million! If I
die tonight I
know I'm coming back nigga Reincarnated: big black fat nigga! I
bow my head, I
pray to God Survival of the
fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I
die today, on the
highway to heaven Can I
let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a
bullet, this one for the
money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 Fuck your investigation, started my elevation Cherry red 911 straight to my destination Mayweather got a
fight, make me some reservations Knew I
flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show They know a
nigga's name, they know a
nigga's strong Fuck with me! I
bow my head, I
pray to God Survival of the
fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I
die today, on the
highway to heaven Can I
let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a
bullet, this one for the
money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 [2 Chainz:] When I
climb on top, I
say I'm into you A
lot of chickens in the
coupe; cock-a-doodle-doo I
fucked the
secretary, fuck the
interview If I
was in the
NBA, I'd hoop in Gucci tennis shoes Chopper spray like antihistamines Triple beam, Versace swag on creatine When I
left the
lot, I
spent a
half a
milli When I
pulled up to your spot, I
had a
half a
ceiling Got your bitch with me, trying to suck up I
don't trust my chauffeur, so shut the
fuck up Uh, the
new chopper hold a
hundred rounds When I
park on the
curb, the
grill look like Bobby Brown I
bow my head, I
pray to God Survival of the
fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I
die today, on the
highway to heaven Can I
let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a
bullet, this one for the
money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200