1st & 3rd lyrics
by Rick Ross
[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny
[Chorus]
488 right, n*gga, I'm turnt
My cup dry, got the whole sh*t burnt
Push up on a n*gga, need my money, big word
I’m getting nauseous, still downing these Percs
f*ck on a b*tch and the pill made her squirt
Came out the mud, b*tch, I came out the dirt
Packs comin' in on the first and the third
We drop your man and then put him on a shirt
488 right, n*gga, I'm turnt
My cup dry, got the whole sh*t burnt
Push up on a n*gga, need my money, big word
I’m getting nauseous, still downing these Percs
f*ck on a b*tch and the pill made her squirt
Came out the mud, b*tch, I came out the dirt
Packs comin' in on the first and the third
We drop your man and then put him on a shirt
[Verse 1]
Had to get money, b*tch, I hopped out the Porsche
And the Lamborghini truck full speed, it's a vert
Know the b*tch ride di*k like I put her on a sport
Still playing with a Draco, let the motherf*cker squirt
They talkin' 'bout me 'cause I never lose
If I lose, we make sure they get put on the news
Got the game in headlock, had that b*tch by a noose
I don't gotta say sh*t to a b*tch, she gon' choose
I don’t gotta say sh*t to a b*tch, I got two
Put the b*tch in a Uber, she said that I’m rude
And I just want the mouth, keep the sex, b*tch, I'm cool
Giving game to these n*ggas, I take ’em to school (Yeah, yeah)
All my n*ggas got rich in six months
n*ggas really in the trap, ain't no stunt
Really f*cking n*ggas hoes, ain't no front
All this ice on my body cause a cold front
[Chorus]
488 right, n*gga, I'm turnt
My cup dry, got the whole sh*t burnt
Push up on a n*gga, need my money, big word
I’m getting nauseous, still downing these Percs
f*ck on a b*tch and the pill made her squirt
Came out the mud, b*tch, I came out the dirt
Packs comin' in on the first and the third
We drop your man and then put him on a shirt
[Verse 2]
For the VVs on me I'm an nympho
Got a bad b*tch on me she a nympho
100 racks on a chain what it hit, four
Put two hands in a pot like a pimple
f*ck her face with my di*k through her dimples
Still plain Jane on my wrist, keep it simple
n*ggas hating on me they can't keep up
I still go to the trek, keep my feet up
Louis fur on my back they call PETA
Run up a bag and my bread got no pita
Play the b*tch like I game on Nintendo
Said she want to leave me to the tenfold
I can't stress by the b*tch, I don't need doe
If you 12 on the engine I speed doe
Tell the cops that we droppin' them no cap
In the boat with a glove and ballcap
[Chorus]
488 right, n*gga, I'm turnt
My cup dry, got the whole sh*t burnt
Push up on a n*gga, need my money, big word
I'm getting nauseous, still downing these Percs
f*ck on a b*tch and the pill made her squirt
Came out the mud, b*tch, I came out the dirt
Packs comin' in on the first and the third
We drop your man and then put him on a shirt
488 right, n*gga, I'm turnt
My cup dry, got the whole sh*t burnt
Push up on a n*gga, need my money, big word
I'm getting nauseous, still downing these Percs
f*ck on a b*tch and the pill made her squirt
Came out the mud, b*tch, I came out the dirt
Packs comin' in on the first and the third
We drop your man and then put him on a shirt