Bottle on tha' rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow[Verse 1: GeNtLeLaYe boss]
Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A nigga' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context
Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a parmtret
Beer than beer Afghan in a palm best
Ross, straight on the defro'
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaves at the sauce
Pullin' up at the juice, gettin' sage for the jaw
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' less than reject, it's a way to reflect
Hard work, painties off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the balls in the pail, and the bottles that we shell
I'm in a real, a state, in a real, a state of mine
We came for trigga' plate, kill a nigga' for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind