[Hook:Rick Ross]x2
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof!100 mil, David Copperfield,David Copperfield,David Copperfield(x3)
[Verse 1:Meek Mill]
Could you knock that ho, could you blame that b****
Cause she wanna roll with a real n**** like me thats gon' slang that d***
Like c**e to a fiend,f*** throat on the lean
Take long on the purp,Now that ho on a bean
Still money over these hoes
Got Ysl on my clothes
And Blood drip on my sneakers,n**** you hatin on me she chose
And I ain't f*** your girl she rode,my stick-shift she drove
Did everything she supposed, I pulled my camera out she posed
And I was like
Got that, drop that, pop that
Got the top back on the dropback, I'm back
And the glock at, where the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at, where the watch at, stop that
Coz you got that? Not that, I'm nicer than Maybach
Dime sack, I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all n***** ain't bout that, bout that, life!
[Hook:Rick Ross]x2
[Verse 2:Meek Mill]
Poof!
n**** f*** your life,f*** your n*****,and f*** your wife(f*** em!)
Got two bad b****** with a n**** and you know they gon' f*** all night(right)
And I rock all white(white),n**** rich game prop(prop)!
I'll pull up on w****s and I'm sitting on 4's,in a big boy drop(drop)
Call big boy shots,all clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long got the strip on lock, everytime we in this b**** man s*** gon pop
My hip on Glock,yo' hip on nothing'
My n***** got racks,your n***** be frontin'
Red Cartier,Redbone b****,Red Bottoms on her,Hair long as s***(hold up)
Yellow gold Ro',Yellow bone ho,and yellow bottles of spades n****
Whole clique self made n*****!
[Hook:Rick Ross]x2
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof!100 mil, David Copperfield,David Copperfield,David Copperfield(x3)
[Verse 1:Meek Mill]
Could you knock that ho, could you blame that b****
Cause she wanna roll with a real n**** like me thats gon' slang that d***
Like c**e to a fiend,f*** throat on the lean
Take long on the purp,Now that ho on a bean
Still money over these hoes
Got Ysl on my clothes
And Blood drip on my sneakers,n**** you hatin on me she chose
And I ain't f*** your girl she rode,my stick-shift she drove
Did everything she supposed, I pulled my camera out she posed
And I was like
Got that, drop that, pop that
Got the top back on the dropback, I'm back
And the glock at, where the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at, where the watch at, stop that
Coz you got that? Not that, I'm nicer than Maybach
Dime sack, I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all n***** ain't bout that, bout that, life!
[Hook:Rick Ross]x2
[Verse 2:Meek Mill]
Poof!
n**** f*** your life,f*** your n*****,and f*** your wife(f*** em!)
Got two bad b****** with a n**** and you know they gon' f*** all night(right)
And I rock all white(white),n**** rich game prop(prop)!
I'll pull up on w****s and I'm sitting on 4's,in a big boy drop(drop)
Call big boy shots,all clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long got the strip on lock, everytime we in this b**** man s*** gon pop
My hip on Glock,yo' hip on nothing'
My n***** got racks,your n***** be frontin'
Red Cartier,Redbone b****,Red Bottoms on her,Hair long as s***(hold up)
Yellow gold Ro',Yellow bone ho,and yellow bottles of spades n****
Whole clique self made n*****!
[Hook:Rick Ross]x2