[Chorus Rick Ross & Ross] 600 Benz, house six grand That was six years ago, whips come from I get that work on my I get work on my face
600 Benz, condo six grand I got twelve kicks, them bitches straight from Japan My ambition is wicked, I put that on my hands
[Rick I get work on my face I put shit on my man
[Verse 1 - Wale, real niggas what I told, blowing bomb I just tell CJ keep on rolling, my shorty out, you ain't seeing through All black everything, this like a HBCU Maybach Music, moves Bitch I'm major loot I make my old bitches buy me all the latest One whip just enough, I just seen thirty three You only half a W without a V Got to be dreaming, bitch got to be Shorty when I was I had a Camry and tokens But now I'm okay, bitch I got my together Rosay told me keep on working, shorty be rich forever, ever Forever my endeavors, and I sever my Bitch I'm like it's in Denver The is, you think I got no conscience You think I'm just here flossing or horse shit about
[Verse 2 - Depending on how I feel, either the coupe or I'm only dealing with you, nothing to do your man ruin your plans, it's best to do what you can I'm up to six bricks, started with two hundred grams Hand to hand in the Pockets on hella I was breaking them down, now I'm them whole Work straight out the Ain't no You just up and listen, and you can complete the mission Know you me to fall I do nothing but ball You heard I was in jail, but I just from the mall I'm on my way to the jeweler, about to cop me a Keep the ruler, at arm's length of the Ruger a bitch and I feel her Ain't iller, but there go Godzilla Catch me blowing Used to be money, now it's go hard scrilla I count it all up, I'ma go to the dealer and get a...
[Verse 3 - you heard that intro This that I been because I've been saving for that Benz flow So mash on assholes with petty Tell them niggas we throwed, but they never gone us If I am over, I know they gone be on it Because it's hot in here, and I got no L like the '72 Whoo, race my nigga, and I bet you pass me like a safety nigga I'm Polamalu, 600, the newest My newest motto to use a condom with newest Uh, got a hundred on the dash, Y'all ain't killers got hundred yard dash guns I'm a one, camos and some rare ones Where I'm from's a circus, hope you expect a fair one Dropping hundreds like it nothing Really it was, but you know I saying nothing