[Intro: Rick Ross]
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a n**** who tried to run game on a n****
[Hook: French Montana]
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan
When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan
And a n**** rich, haaaan
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shame on a n**** who tried to run game on a n****
Pull a pistol, bang on a n****
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
Pulling n*****' cards, giving shooters bonuses
f*** the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the Knights of the Templar
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped
Def Jam see me as a threat now
Hundred mill, any less is a let down
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Full magazine, b****, shoot for the stars
s***** a n**** chain just to post it on the blog
a**assinate a name, n**** spraying in the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a n**** that tried to run game on a n****
Pull a pistol, bang on a n****
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist and my n***** are the realest
What a shame p**** n***** wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, n****
Rich, dirty n***** still mobbing, n****
[Hook]
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a n**** who tried to run game on a n****
[Hook: French Montana]
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan
When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan
And a n**** rich, haaaan
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shame on a n**** who tried to run game on a n****
Pull a pistol, bang on a n****
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
Pulling n*****' cards, giving shooters bonuses
f*** the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the Knights of the Templar
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped
Def Jam see me as a threat now
Hundred mill, any less is a let down
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Full magazine, b****, shoot for the stars
s***** a n**** chain just to post it on the blog
a**assinate a name, n**** spraying in the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a n**** that tried to run game on a n****
Pull a pistol, bang on a n****
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist and my n***** are the realest
What a shame p**** n***** wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, n****
Rich, dirty n***** still mobbing, n****
[Hook]