Gallardo lyrics
by Rick Ross
{Maybach Music}
[Chorus 2X: female]
I only f*ck with n*ggas in them Lambos (Gallardo)
I only f*ck with n*ggas in them Lambos (Murcielago)
Doors going up, hoes going HAM
Doors going up, hoes going HAM
[Interlude: female]
n*ggas buyin pus*y, n*ggas buyin pus*y
n*ggas buyin pus*y, n*ggas buyin pus*y
[Rick Ross]
HUH! Yeah...
Gucci, Liberace, Dope Boy and Versace (WHOO)
Came from beefaroni, all I see is lobster (HA)
Lamborghini lover, keep my b*tches darkest (HUH)
I pay them boys to do it, keep my record flawless
May run for state attorney just to free my dogs
I chose to run these streets until I was a boss (HUH)
Don't call it yo house until you paid it off
I pay up for a mouth just like a round of golf (ha-ha)
I try to stay in shape, I'm standing counting ones (what)
Red Lamborghini, b*tches know I'm drivin one
n*ggas buyin pus*y, boss buyin pus*y
I could buy the club, boss buyin toosies
Diamonds on my neck, call me K.O.D
I just want it for a n*gga, so I pay the fee
[Chorus] + [Interlude]
[Yo Gotti]
Chea! Yeah, yeah
When I bought my Lamborghini I paid cash n*gga
Crack money, got it out the stash n*gga
I got a Need For Speed, I'm in the sport cars
I f*ck with feds just like I did my sport cars
I'mma let you n*ggas buy the pus*y
I may tip her for the head then I keep it pushin
Hoes chasin that bag, 200 on my dash
I'm 200 with my n*ggas, I bring 200 with me back
b*tch you bad and I know it, been here on the court
You gon be strippin, sellin pus*y til you make it to the Forbes
And my b*tches be exotic, I pull up in the hunned
So white, so exotic, all set Forgiatis
And the man back grindin with my main Brick Squad {Maybach Music}
Then you b*tches cookin up until they ain't jump hard
b*tch!
[Chorus] + [Interlude]
[Gunplay]
My campaign, sh*t Bel Air, I smoke til no air there
Them monkey n*ggas some care bears, I'm chokin on my tear gas
My muddy look like a hill glass, f*ck feelings, I feel cash
I cut ceilings and build past you, plastic cars are still ratchets
Don't need cuts, real Caspers, double M, real bast*rds
Body count, real caskets, pimpin on them Cleopatras
Just money, me and that, just AK, we not just MIA
We in action, don't turn this in a reenactment
I'm just tryin to be a real rapper, still swaggin, see about you
Try f*ckin with me and my sh*t, nah, that's that Vietnam sh*t
f*ck that BMI sh*t, I got me a key, I'm outchea
Plus that Beemer gotcha, arrivederci
Ain't pleading mercy, just Lambo free and mercy
Break b*tches, pee in purses, f*ck hoes and they reimburse me
[Interlude] + [Chorus]
[Interlude]