Lyrics Season Ticket Holder (feat. D. Wade, Raphael Saadiq & UD) - Rick Ross
Hey,
UD
What′s
good,
my
boy?
Mr.
305,
Wade
County
Yessuh,
16
years
later
We
don'
made
history
Three
rings
on
our
fingers
Pockets
gettin′
fatter
(Uh)
Nigga,
we
gettin'
greater
I'm
the
son
of
a
saint
(Mm)
Still
considered
a
sinner
(Ha)
Three
rings
on
his
finger
(What?)
Yeah,
that
boy
was
a
winner
(Winner)
Never
known
as
a
singer
But
this
might
be
a
single
(Facts)
Always
bet
on
your
homies
Then
go
buy
the
casino
(Ballin′)
Ball
is
my
passion
Check
my
stats
if
they
askin′
(Uh)
Shorty
checkin'
my
page
(She
what?)
She
follow
my
fashion
(I′m
clean)
My
life
is
a
film
and
Gab's
the
lead
(My
First
Lady)
She′s
so
precious
to
me
That's
the
air
that
I
breathe
(Time
to
go)
Time
to
fuel
up
the
jet
(Where
we
goin′?)
D.
Wade
jersey
the
drip
(Yup)
Lamborghinis
to
match
(Whoo)
Count
through
G's
on
the
strip
(We
out)
These
haters
beneath
us
(Uh-huh)
As
I'm
lacin′
my
sneakers
(You
D.
Wade?)
Season
16
(Yeah)
Lamborghinis
and
Neiman′s
I'm
shootin′
my
shot
(Shot)
Every
car
that
I
cop
(Cop)
Every
record
I
break
(Break)
Every
rock
in
my
watch
(Ah)
Every
step
that
I
take
(Take)
Still
won't
accept
no
mistakes
(Nah)
I′m
talkin'
major
league,
never
minimum
wage
So
proud
to
be
niggas
(Niggas)
The
decent
of
a
slave
(Uh)
Motorcades,
several
Mercedes
So
get
out
my
way
Tangerines,
deal
in
my
slippers
Still
twistin′
up
dank
(Uh)
Shed
a
tear
for
all
my
homies
Black
Bo
and
E.
Gates
(Black)
Let's
find
a
masseuse
(Uh)
Then
inspire
the
youth
If
it's
best
for
the
hood
Then
let′s
call
it
a
truce
My
chains
get
tangled
(Tangled)
These
niggas
be
hateful
(Hate)
My
momma
still
prayin′
(Prayin')
So
really
I′m
grateful
(Ella)
(Maybach
Music)
I'm
still
here
lookin′
through
the
window
Watchin'
the
days
go
by
Watchin′
the
sun
rise
Why
don't
you
try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
Ah-ha
I'm
still
here
lookin′
through
the
window
Watchin′
the
days
go
by
Watchin'
the
sun
rise
Why
don′t
you
try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
Ah-ha-ah-ha
I
promise
to
pray
for
a
positive
fate
Had
the
world
in
your
palms
But
he
caught
him
a
case
Shed
a
tear
in
the
court
He
got
boxed
in
the
crate
Then
they
shipped
him
up
north
Mom
just
sat
in
a
daze
The
bottles
on
ice
(Ice)
The
models
be
nice
(Yeah)
We
call
it
run
and
shoot
Any
problems
tonight
(Uh)
Serve
'em
like
Boris
Becker
I
want
two
hundred
Checkers
So
if
they
wanna
slow
our
records
It
just
won′t
affect
us
(Ha-ha-ha)
Take
my
boys
to
Mecca
(Boss)
All
my
niggas
blessed
(Maybach
Music)
Smokin'
with
my
dawgs
You
can
smell
the
relish
They
try
to
give
me
hell
I′ll
bet
I
get
to
heaven
(Yeah)
I
stay
away
from
12
I'm
such
a
gifted
felon
(Ah)
I'm
seated
on
the
floor
(Floor)
She
can
see
the
loafers
(Whoo)
Showin′
love
to
the
season
ticket
holders
(Whoo)
Showin′
love
to
the
season
ticket
holders
(Whoo)
Showin'
love
to
the
season
ticket
holders
(Whoo)
We
do
this
for
the
city
U?
What?
The
whole
city
I′m
still
here
lookin'
through
the
window
Watchin′
the
days
go
by
Watchin'
the
sun
rise
Why
don′t
you
try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
Ah-ha
I'm
still
here
lookin'
through
the
window
Watchin′
the
days
go
by
Watchin′
the
sun
rise
Why
don't
you
try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
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