Текст песни Shaq & Kobe - Rick Ross

Ha, what is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Niggas wanna see you lose when you makin' moves
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make 'em food
I never thought I'd make the force before I make the news (Never)
Having a threesome with some bitches and still ain't amused (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels
Its like I lit the fuse (It's lit)
I call the shots and all the killas be
Like, "What's the move?" (Let's get 'em)
Hunnid grand you and ya lil man get split in two (Split 'em)
Hm, my life got way realer
Playing with them millions, and it turned me to a made nigga
Anywhere in the cash is how I reacted when they played with him
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted 'cause we spray niggas
Mafioso sippin' Lobos
Jumpin' off the chopper to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was toting choppas on the block selling coco
Now we treating models like they thots out in SoHo
Thirty mil in cash do these niggas bad
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad
I seen my dawg kill my dawg just to get a stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slashed

Too much
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas
We tuckin' the choppas
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to fuck in the shower
Fuck in the shower
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours

I left a team of niggas in a red tape (Huh)
Digging through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (bang)
My niggas couldn't read, had impediments (Huh)
But they never would leave any evidence (Huh)
Your mother still in pain, it's been a few days
But you notice how it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game till the shots rang
Six niggas laying on a same box spring
How you dead broke, but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond (bond)
Got a choppa with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof, 'cause I want war
Kill a niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
Twenty million I can see, and all in a week (Boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots
It's only paper work when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you envious devil demons, you can suck a dick (Bitch)
I hope you die slow with your blindfold
Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos
And I got a pool of parrots and a bungalow
Still flippin' numbers, talkin' summersaults
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called (Double M)
I'm sippin' champagne I own it myself (Boss)
You niggas better learn to own you some wealth

Too much
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot, a bunch of steppers, we tuckin' the choppas
We tuckin' the choppas
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours
Too much money and power
Stumble to the penthouse with a baddie to fuck in the shower
Fuck in the shower
Too much money and power
Too much
Hustlin' 24 hours
24 hours
Somebody said, "Too good to be true"