Текст песни Bill Gates - Rick Ross
Call
me
Bill
Gates
I
told
that
bitch
to
save
my
number
in
her
phone
under
Bill
Gates
ya
heard
me
Uh,
ya
heard
me
I
just
need
you
to
do
for
me
what
I
need
you
to
do
for
me
and
imma
come
through
when
you
need
me
bitch
Ya
heard
me
bitch
Bitch,
ya
heard
me
bitch!
Silk
sweaters
dirty
berettas
and
petty
vendettas
Niggas
is
jealous
I
get
it
bring
it
when
it
wherever
Court
dates
and
caskets
I'm
tryna
stay
composed
Out
on
bond,
on
the
run,
won't
ever
sell
my
soul
Doing
bad
I
showed
up
my
connect
a
cool
mil
At
the
lab
tryna
keep
my
name
out
the
news
reels
Or
at
the
palms
and
I
know
the
feds
across
the
hall
I
got
a
bitch
who
licking
balls
my
back
against
the
wall
All
black
photographs
that
speak
a
million
words
One
selfie
with
me
and
they
think
you're
dealing
birds
Louis
towels
and
the
Gucci
slides
Bill
Gates
still
real
when
it's
out
of
style
I
want
it
all,
Wingstops
on
every
corner
I
want
a
mall
and
i'm
about
to
build
a
benihana
Buying
out
my
dogs,
quarter
million
on
a
new
appeal
They
call
me
Bill
Gates
and
they
know
the
money
real
They
wanna
know
my
name
I
tell
them
Bill
Gates
Just
blew
a
hundred
million
and
I'm
still
straight
They
started
waving
flags
when
the
ruckus
came
Just
put
a
hundred
kilos
on
the
stock
exchange
Crack
money
night
sweats,
wake
up
in
nice
sweats
Homemade
key
lime
pie
we
cutting
slices
All
my
people
eat
at
the
table
when
we
say
our
grace
One
eye
open
for
the
shooters
who
wanna
take
my
place
Twelve
disciples,
I
got
two
shooters
nigga
ten
bodies
Caught
a
few
niggas
living
think
that
I
ain't
bout
it
Thinkin
shirts
blood
stained
come
with
the
drug
game
Cell
phones
tapped
fast
money
and
cum
stains
Public
defenders
say
a
number
and
you
niggas
tremble
Judge
dropped
the
mallet,
mayor
we'll
put
a
bullet
in
you
Louis
towels
and
the
Gucci
slides
Bill
Gates
still
real
when
it's
out
of
style
I
want
it
all,
Wingstops
on
every
corner
I
want
a
mall
and
i'm
about
to
build
a
benihana
Buying
out
my
dogs,
quarter
million
on
a
new
appeal
They
call
me
Bill
Gates
and
they
know
the
money
real
They
wanna
know
my
name
I
tell
them
Bill
Gates
Just
blew
a
hundred
million
and
I'm
still
straight
They
started
waving
flags
when
the
ruckus
came
Just
put
a
hundred
kilos
on
the
stock
exchange
Cold
cases
they
wanna
put
me
in
the
hot
seat
Finger
licking
laugh
over
lobster
in
the
front
seat
Niggas
follow
me
in
hopes
of
finding
my
stash
box
In
the
ghost
like
the
pope,
the
all
glass
top
Look
around
I
smile
at
you
as
I'm
looking
down
Bill
Gates
that
red
chevy
it
be
thumping
loud
I
put
my
niggas
on
they
feet
we
can't
be
fucking
up
So
fuck
a
hundred
bricks,
flip
a
hundred
restaurants
I
want
it
all,
Wingstops
on
every
corner
I
want
a
mall
and
i'm
about
to
build
a
benihana
Buying
out
my
dogs,
quarter
million
on
a
new
appeal
They
call
me
Bill
Gates
and
they
know
the
money
real
They
wanna
know
my
name
I
tell
them
Bill
Gates
Just
blew
a
hundred
million
and
I'm
still
straight
They
started
waving
flags
when
the
ruckus
came
Just
put
a
hundred
kilos
on
the
stock
exchange
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