Pablo's Revere (feat. Jeezy & Rick Ross) - Tony Touch

Yeah (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy LV canceled, you tell them to sue me Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar (Black dollar) Fuck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's Ciroc, D'USSÉ, Bellaire, let's get paid Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar Gucci don't like black people in Boosie Badazz voice Every young ghetto nigga dream, brand new black Rolls Royce Baby mama live in them projects, baby wearing brand new shoes Still tryna find his way, Daddy ain't leave no clues Dawg still doing that time, then say, "Fuck them feds" (feds) Nigga gon' get this lead or he gon' give me my bread (yeah) I ain't really got no credit but a nigga keep that cash (hey) Talking pre COVID-19, young nigga kept that mask (let's go) Designer, designer, I can't even spell it (yeah) Went broke just to wear it, you can't even tell it Jesus piece, I ain't pray one time today (hey) But fuck it, I'm balling, what else can I say? All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy LV canceled, you tell them to sue me Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar (black dollar) Fuck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's Ciroc, D'USSÉ, Bellaire, let's get paid Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar All I wanna do is see the real niggas be rewarded (get it) Fuck a bag, go and buy a whole city for my daughter (get it) Big homie 65 still doing time, that's unfair (Mike) What's the use of climbing to the mountain top If you're living on the ledge? Shot the homie in the stomach now he walking around with a shit bag Burnt down Black Wall Street now it's time for the get back Violate a young nigga probation for a piss test (huh) Got a hug from my mama, whispered in my ear, "We gon' beat this" (Lord) War ready (war ready) Black Power (Black Power) Financial freedom (what) The Black dollar (uh) Slave labor (nigga) No love (no love) Back to business Pay what you owe us All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy LV canceled, you tell them to sue me Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black bollar (Black dollar) Fuck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's Ciroc, D'USSÉ, Bellaire, let's get paid Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar (Black dollar, Black dollar) Almighty Black dollar

Yeah This is dedicated to them Them solid bitches out there, you know Dedicated to the real ones Uh Talk to em homie Yeah I could ride for you baby Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby (You know what this shit is) Come slide with me baby (Yeah yeah) You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no Nothing like them (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Oh no Shorty's a rider She know I'm a roller Lend me ear baby Just let me hold ya I hustle, I got plenty ambition What's not to love I got her if she need anything Yeah that's my thug Cause she loyal, she all about loyalty Rollie on that wrist, now she lookin like royalty Yeah, we kick back sippin Avion in the glass Plus she got em rolled up, smack that ass, hit the gas As I exhale, she sittin behind me rubbin my back Got me goin out like Pookie or somethin that pussy crack Meanwhile I'm sittin back visualizin them stacks Said, "my nigga just do what you do I got ya back" I could ride for you baby Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby Come slide with me baby You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them Nothing like them (It's that rich nigga shit) Oh no Maybach Music Fendi heels, my Atlanta bitch out in Windy Hill She too real, left her in the room with like 20 mil When she cared back in Miami when we did the deal In the middle of war, fuck it imma let em live Get this money 'fore they sentence me to a 100 years Fuck her slow might tell her where some of the money hid Fell in love, must be told her she the one I need Only rule, you roll with me that mean you rollin' weed Settle down, 20 thousand to go and get a gown Wear the crown menage trois, its whatever now Chanel shoes, Chanel bag, Chanel dress Call her Chanel, she exhale only the best (I could ride for you baby) Im the biggest, Boss Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby (Maybach Music) Come slide with me baby (My nigga Young) You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them Nothing like them Oh no I feel them other broads be doin too much, let's keep it real And I ain't tryin to hear all that, call Dr. Phil Best believe that I ain't got no time for these lame hoes You know how the game, in the club in her girl clothes Tryin tell me baby that you can't afford your heels Yet you tryin to push up on a nigga worth these mills And she help with the stove, damn right she a chef I ain't playin no games, when she out need a ref When she in the bedroom, shit she get nasty and shit When it's time to hit the streets, she get classy and shit Sendin pictures to my phone, see I'm like what the hell Love ain't always A1, swear to God it never fails I need a I need a bitch like you So I won't fuck with bitches like them I could ride for you baby Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby Come slide with me baby You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them Nothing like them Oh no (Its that shit that you do) (Yeah uh uh) (That's why I don't fuck with bitches like them)

We the best music Special cloth alert DJ Khaled Still playing with them M's (M's), thinking like a felon (Felon) Hope Shakir Stewart see me balling down from heaven All I know is that these rap niggas dry snitching and telling That work don't even come like that, fuck is you selling? (Huh?) I gave you niggas a whole lane, a whole lane (Lane) That's better than me fronting a nigga the whole thang (Thang) And where I'm from, they know I'm the truth, just being honest (Yeah) You niggas better pay all your taxes and plus some homage (Ayy) I'm in a white chinchilla ('Chilla), eighteen wheeler (Let's go) Five hundred in the back, nigga, ain't no body iller (Haha) Do it for the streets and the slums from which I came (Came) Got the same wounds, same scars, they feel my pain (Yeah) Love this money making like Mitch, can't leave the game (Can't) The only thing that get us excited, money and 'caine (Woo) I don't know about the rest, just a legend in the flesh (Let's go) And when it comes to here, I'm the motherfucking best I could work four pots at a time, bitch, I'm a robot (Yeah) The only thing keep crossing my mind, I hope the door lock (Damn) Fuck niggas hatin', they fake, they can't relate (Nah) Twenty seasons straight, no stain, let's call it fate (Haha) Jackboys run in your shit, you give, they take (Yeah) If you leave with your grind and your life You're good, you're great (Ayy) Paint a picture so vivid, it should be in a museum ('Seum) Probably why my new house looking like a colosseum (Damn) I'm borderline brilliant, other half ignorant That mean I kill a pussy nigga, get away with it (Brrt) Last time I got an order, nigga, gotta slay with it, Snow It's the biggest, haha (Maybach Music) All black hoodie just like I'm Trayvon (Uh) I'ma rep my lil' homies until my days gone (Run down) I'ma bond out my whoadies just like I pray for 'em (Pray for 'em) I'ma take care of they lawyers until the case gone (M-M-M) Half of these niggas singing like Trey Songz Half of my kilos insured by State Farm Niggas doing hits for free, don't even pay for 'em Twisting up expensive weed, wait in LA for it (Woo) Do it for dollars, not for the decimals (Uh) You niggas headline the Fyre Festivals (Hah) Your go-to jeweler is unethical (Hahaha) The shit you smoking is smelling skeptical (Huh) Much richer then I last was (Woo) You could tell by the laugh, cause (Hahaha) Double M the money machine (Maybach Music) You rock with boss, no one in between, uh

DJ Khaled! If you from the streets like me, put your hands up If you rep your city like me, put your hands up If you put in work like me, put your hands up If you from the streets like me, put your hands up (up) D Boys on my tease, put your hands up (up) Independent bad bitches, put your hands up (hands up bitch) If you know this how you living, put your hands up Where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up If you know this how you living, put your hands up Put 'em up Where they at? Put 'em up Say, Khaled I'm going in so you can gon' bring in back Gon' bring it back, I said gon' bring it back (ey) A straight monster in this bitch Nigga, poltergeist It's dade county in this verse, they gon' say Jesus Christ And like Rihanna fine ass, I'm gon' live my life Ten bands and take one, call it being nice (ooh) Get your hands up and that's a direct order (order) Got my bands up, thanks to the transporter Thanks to the transporter? I'm like yeah sorta Got my name hot, be around like South Florida (yeah) Get your hands up if you're not living right (right) Now keep your hands up (yeah, yeah) You risk it err'day and night (yeah) If you from the streets like me, put your hands up (up) D Boys on my tease, put your hands up (up) Independent bad bitches, put your hands up (up) If you know this how you living, put your hands up (yeah) Where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up If you know this how you living, put your hands up (up) Put 'em up Where they at? Put 'em up If I die tonight (die tonight), bury me in the hood (in the hood) With all the jewelry on (jewelry on), make sure I'm looking good (looking good) Rob, who nigga? I wish a nigga would (nigga would) Point 5, don't shoot (point 5), that's how the lames do it (lames do it) Word on the street somebody put a hit on me (hit on me) I'm in the foreign, top off, look like I'm worried homie? (homie) Better send them now (send them now), got 'bout a mill on me (mill on me) You rob me; I kill you, now that's a deal homie (homie) Two-twenty-three (twenty-three) Carbon one-five (one-five) Old black bitch with me, that's that forty-five (forty-five) Been real, never snitched nigga my whole life (whole life) Heard a nigga whacked him (whacked him), he shouldn't have testified If you from the streets like me, put your hands up (up) D Boys on my tease, put your hands up (up) Independent bad bitches, put your hands up (up) If you know this how you living, put your hands up (up) Where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up If you know this how you living, put your hands up (up) Put 'em up Where they at? Put 'em up I'm hotter than a Kawasaki in the projects Burning more than rubber, money ain't a object I'm number 1, and hurt they feelings in the process Cop a bird, then your really seein' progress I'm buying cars like I'm in a contest Say my name, rappers lookin like a bomb threat I'm the winner, these beginners talking nonsense Brain from your? 'till she render me unconscious I'm so conscious of DNA in my closet My show account can't take another deposit Ladies heartthrob labelled me the odd ball 3.5 cause I'm known to start small If you from the streets like me, put your hands up (up) D Boys on my tease, put your hands up (up) Independent bad bitches, put your hands up (up) If you know this how you living, put your hands up (yeah) Where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up, where they at? Put 'em up If you know this how you living, put your hands up (up) Put 'em up Where they at? Put 'em up (yeah) This the biggest street anthem in the hood right now I got the streets on fire with this one Somebody pass my dish, yeah That's the new thug passion This we the best music Put your hands up

It was all a dream Yeah, homie I am on my job And you can't take that away from me Yeah I got my team And I got all of my niggas behind me And they, give me the love I need Yeah, I got my foot in the door Still hustling for more Checking the game Now I'm back in the light Yeah, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired I am absolutely positively on my grizzy Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me I give it all up before I let the fame get me I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up Before you let your top back, get your bread up Made history, but now we claiming victory Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate? We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right Oh, you better be broke because the time's right Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them He leaned over and told just don't retire on them And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them And when they love you to death, just never die on them And the question still remains Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain? Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game I'm happy to be back man... I'm tired of these haters That's why I go hard like AC Slater Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado Uh, I'm sick of being criticized That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized I keep a red flag case I get penalized Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team Who trying to see us? You seeing things Hustle like I still pay rent man Got a chest full of heart no tin man Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up Flow wake the dead up Weezy Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94 So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought Records that I hold Records that I've sold Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar I'm on fire, you're just a lighter You're going to wake up and realize