You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like fuck the world Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds If you a killer well I'm tryna see Cause calling the police the only thing free I had to park that purple Lamborghini And pull that Chevy back out on the cement I'm from the city where they kill for nothin' And all Renzel do is push a button I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas! I'm talking all my niggas!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team Rather you than me, rather me than you Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof Your bitch wishing on a star I can see the moon I can count to a million with my eyes closed, and shoot a pussy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathing Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam You know them niggas killers how they name ring You know them niggas winners how they chain swing All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas, let's go!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen Lord! I'm talking all my niggas! All my niggas! Every one of em, nigga Summer seventeen nigga!

You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like fuck the world Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds If you a killer well I'm tryna see Cause calling the police the only thing free I had to park that purple Lamborghini And pull that Chevy back out on the cement I'm from the city where they kill for nothin' And all Renzel do is push a button I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas! I'm talking all my niggas!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team Rather you than me, rather me than you Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof Your bitch wishing on a star I can see the moon I can count to a million with my eyes closed, and shoot a pussy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathing Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam You know them niggas killers how they name ring You know them niggas winners how they chain swing All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas, let's go!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen Lord! I'm talking all my niggas! All my niggas! Every one of em, nigga Summer seventeen nigga!

Rather you than me If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami It's been hell of a fucking journey M-m-maybach Music Ain't nun' changed nigga Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent Blame it on America Fuck it Beat Billionaire I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past Her ass be looking good inside the leggings But I know that she's missing all the edges I run the game just by running with the felons Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly) Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready) Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter Still in a box, got her rapping acapella Can't trust no people fucking with the presser I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil He knocking on the door and all the Baswares Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck I got wet stripper pussy at the airport I got molly green dollars on my transport Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians Murder's on the news, all front pages Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they easy I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy She gotta fuck like she love like she need me I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs I make a movie every single fucking day I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Let's go! Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths Sixteen when I bought my first rollie Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar Never riding dirty in the extra car Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music Nigga let's toast to it DJ Khaled! We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to Boss 305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the sauce No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman There is no bigger boss, sip slow, this cinnamon I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes, any time you want to 4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid! Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, right nigga Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs That's photos, that's more dough Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!" Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks 40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what? We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'ma sell that Mouth closed, I'll never talk, won't say a word and went to jail that Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up, if it's not a hunnid it don't cost enough Tearin' clubs up like Three Six I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street shit I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need shit Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need shit? Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones Trap jumpin', yeah the line long All this money got my mind gone All this money got my mind gone We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to

Yea, such a breath of fresh air Get a blowjob, have a seizure on a Lear Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year Or bring it back tomorrow, that's a lease that disappear Count new money, peeling out a venue New Maybach after it was discontinued Never question mine, my mind is so inventive Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives Maybach IV the allure that I adore All money game, we got ones in the floor See me on the wood, nigga, pause at the game Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames Bow to the boss in the presence of a don Started on the corner nigga, didn't have a coin Playing my position for a club that I can join Never in the draft, but that boy know he going Throw me a bone, get me a brick That's on the Quran I'ma go and get the chips Go and get a rental, I got a cute bitch She's showing some potential, so we taking trips Nigga, assets last while memories fade I'ma, fetch that ass I don't get paid I'm a Mike Tyson type of, typewriter sniper Double M life 'til a nigga pay the piper I love when the beat dip Same way I love to see a key flip Go and pay your mama house off Get sucked off, shorty wipe your mouth off I'm alive, you could never write the South off South paw, box a nigga like a outlaw Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha? Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw Pulling up slow, look at that boy Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me All the g's with me, Maybach Eazy-E The good times don't last long Just rewind the last song We all shared some great times As I read some great rhymes What we does, is what dreams are made of Come and get your love, all of this love 500 for the car that I got on the strip That's another 100, what I got on my wrist 800 for the jar that I'm about to twist It's a female strand, you know life's a bitch As I get high, move my curtains to the side Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die Niggas get abused like boys at Penn State Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate Dreams, everything that we are The life that we're living, baby it's ours Dreams, money, homes, and cars Baby that's a given, I'm talking about every fantasy Be good real with me, don't miss something good, oh Baby come with me and live the dream It's a whole 'nother different element It's Maybach roman numeral four You couldn't fathom this, you couldn't imagine this You can't produce this, you won't reproduce this I'll be dreaming of you I'll be dreaming of you You'll be making it come true I'll be dreaming of you I'll be dreaming of you I'll be dreaming of you You'll be making it come true I'll be dreaming of you Yessir This is LA Reid It takes a boss to know a boss It takes greatness to recognize greatness Ricky Ross, the boss, Maybach IV

From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pops and Sades, Cirocs and Chardonnay My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11 I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl, it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather We shinin' when it's pitch dark Yeah, this bitch a movie but this time I play a big part Fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Bring your sexy ass here, baby) I wanna buy my bitch every bag And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back I wanna take my bitch around the globe Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these ho's Rare bottoms by the barrel Pop the Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel 20, 000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army Andele, andele, baby move fast She drop it down and bring it back, I like that I wanna buy my bitch every bag So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine Women of a caliber Only seen in magazines and calendars And I'm sitting with Miss October 'Cause my birthday's in October Strawberry and her rosé on I can see it in her eye and she wink and she toast me And later on we gonna mosey To a place less populated and get dirty If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? (Super high) What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? (Super high)