BMF lyrics
by Styles P
[Produced by Lex Luger]
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My Rolls Royce triple black, I'm geechee ho
Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meech ho
Rozay, that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big vein
Self made, you just affiliated
I build it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talkin' plenty capers nothin's been authenticated
Funny you claimin' the same b*tch that I'm penetratin'
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the f*ckin' felons? Where my dogs at?
I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double