[Chorus: Rick Ross] 8, you wanna try a real nigga? 8, I’mma show you how we deal with ya 8, she wanna fuck a dope dealer 8, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I'm gettin money if you hating 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always 8
[Verse 1: Gunplay] Big big bully, lockjaw Big, fully off in my top draw Big bullets, big topped off Pussy nigga knocked off Living legend, Silver Seven Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast Head trigger, no rogaine Gripping oakgrain with some stolen cocaine
[Verse 2: Saskilla] Let me tell you what it ain't tho Beg friends what it ain't tho (Phone ring) ATL on a first class flight Holla Johnny Cinco That's a real nigga, that's my nigga A'ma still tell a nigga what it ain't tho Breed up a sket what it ain't tho Snitch on my friends what it ain't tho So let me tell you what it is tho New money ink well what it is tho A'ma fuck a nigga up from the intro Take 'em to a cashpoint, make 'em put a pin code You think London ain't gully? You think London ain't gully? A got a thousand skinheads at Old Kent Road That will tell a man cum on then sonny Like nuttin' ain't funny
[Chorus: Rick Ross] 8, you wanna try a real nigga? 8, I’mma show you how we deal with ya 8, she wanna fuck a dope dealer 8, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I'm gettin money if you hating 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always 8
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] You pulled a gun on my homie you better have one for me Ain't no running up on me, my new Versace fatigue Boobie got with that work what Dre just got for his Beats I expect for these songs to keep me hot with the seats All i want is the money, the master key to these riches These pussies keep hating, I'mma hit you with inches Get my nigga a kite, told my warden we did it Put these stacks on these books cause I'm too busy to finish
[Verse 4: Saskilla] Let me tell you what it is tho Gimme grime worldwide what it is tho USA get used to the tempo Man are gonna blow like west coast endo We got coke, we got deez We got H, we got B Run rap and we run from police Your dawgs ain't real, man are crawling wit fleas
[Chorus: Rick Ross] 8, you wanna try a real nigga? 8, I’mma show you how we deal with ya 8, she wanna fuck a dope dealer 8, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I'm gettin money if you hating 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always 8
[Verse 5: Scrufizzer & Maxsta] Don't let me get vex Put you in a chokehold with my headset I'm an animal, vet, get ready, get set Talking but you ain't buss any lengs yet Let me set off the pace Told them already they can't F up the base Give them street crime UK, I'll mess up the place Backshots make your girl pull her dress up her waist Max, lemme kill 'em with the rhyming blinding Everybody shining, rhyming, I'll divide em Man are gaza, true, not a marger yout You can't bar wit Max, can't bar with Scru I got a brand new flow called sting This one's deep, it'll make your head spin Simple bars I am projecting No, you don't get narn, you start molesting
[Verse 6: Gunplay] Don Logan Talking vulgar trap house No AC torn sofa You niggas know my motherfucking pedigree I'm Gunplay, I'm everything I said I'd be
[Chorus: Rick Ross] 8, you wanna try a real nigga? 8, I’mma show you how we deal with ya 8, she wanna fuck a dope dealer 8, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I'm gettin money if you hating 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always 8Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.