Lyrics So Sophisticated (Edited Version) - Rick Ross , Meek Mill
This
shit
is
highly
sophisticated
I
just
make
it
look
easy,
nigga
Follow
me
I'm
so
sophisticated
To
get
a
verse
from
me,
you
gotta
be
initiated
To
get
a
purse
from
me,
she
gotta
be
sophisticated
Purchase
a
whip
from
me
and
never
miss
a
single
payment
I'm
from
the
city
where
the
Muslims
even
Christians
hate
it
Even
the
black
folk
hate
to
see
another
nigga
made
it
Tell
all
them
pussies
to
chill,
champagne
refrigerated
Just
bought
a
chopper
'cause
the
last
one,
got
it
confiscated
Counting
a
hundred
mil
so
many
times,
I
contemplate
it
You
wanna
be
the
hottest
but
that
shit
get
complicated
I
pull
your
card,
I
know
you're
pussy
by
your
conversation
Show
you
the
safe
you'll
have
to
kill
me
for
that
combination
Made
another
two
milli
just
off
the
compilation
I
just
hit
a
lick,
I'm
telling
you
this
shit
amazing
Got
a
white
bitch,
she
fucking
me
just
like
she
Jamaican
Sipping
purple
and
that
motherfucker
concentrated
This
for
my
niggas
in
them
prisons,
overpopulated
This
the
mob
so
you
gotta
get
initiated
If
you
a
mark,
then
you
gotta
make
initial
payment
We
going
hard,
run
it
back
just
like
it's
Walter
Payton
The
game
sweet,
gave
all
my
niggas
an
occupation
(Rugh!)
We
so
sophisticated
(Ugh!)
Shit
so
sophisticated
(Woo!)
Hundred
millionaires,
bitch
we
made
it
(Ugh!)
I'm
so
sophisticated
Smoking
weed,
busting
open
Dom
and
liquor
later
I
bust
her
open
then
I
tell
her
I'mma
lick
her
later
Pull
out
the
stick
and
spray
that
bitch
just
like
it's
activator
Time
to
lay
down
these
niggas
who
still
be
masquerading
We
know
you
pussies,
so
you
got
my
niggas
masturbating
Round
of
applause
'cause
them
choppers
be
so
captivating
So
sophisticated
'cause
them
hits
be
calculated
Put
yo
dick
in
the
dirt,
now
you
decapitated
I'm
getting
money
so
you'll
never
hear
me
talking
petty
Tatted
on
my
stomach,
rich
forever,
Makaveli
(Babyyy)
Fifty
million,
hundred
million,
it's
accumulating
I'm
the
hottest
and
these
other
niggas
cooling,
ain't
it
I
got
a
bitch
I'm
fucking
that
you
see
on
BET
My
Lil'
Haiti
shooters
will
have
yo
ass
on
TMZ
Breaking
news
and
we
still
get
them
for
ten
a
key
And
if
he
faking,
fuck
him,
tell
them
niggas
"C'est
la
vie"
Shitting
on
these
haters,
ball
hard
D
Waiters
Ever
since
I
got
money,
e'rybody
need
favors
That's
why
I
ain't
got
no
homies,
and
I
ain't
got
no
neighbors
But
I
be
on
my
grind
like
I
ain't
got
no
paper
But
I'm
so
rich
and
I
got
yo
bitch
All
in
my
whip
and
she
all
on
my
dick
With
a
hand
on
my
stick,
tryna
live
in
my
crib
'Cause
I
handle
my
shit
like
a
candle
got
lit
'Cause
I
burn
shit
down,
yeah
I'm
in
my
bag
And
these
niggas
so
mad
it's
my
turn
now
And
I
get
that
cash
and
my
bitch
so
bad,
she
so
sophisticated
I'm
balling
hard,
fucking
bitches
and
ain't
got
shit
for
haters
I
hang
my
arm
out
the
window
now
watch
me
get
the
paper
My
neck
so
frosty,
you
frauding,
yo
shit
refrigerator
Boy
you
an
imitator
You
ain't
got
no
M's
in
yo
account,
I
never
ask
my
amount
Treat
that
bad
bitch
like
a
bad
check
'cause
I
cash
that
and
I
bounce
I
ain't
never
had
shit
but
I
grab
shit
and
I
cashed
out
on
that
ounce
And
I
flipped
that
to
a
bird
and
bounced
back
like
word
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