800 Karats lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I know they don't like me, n*ggas say I think I'm arrogant
I can't bring my Philly n*ggas with me, they like terrorists (Brrt)
Pop out, I got twenty b*tches with me and I'm sharin' 'em
That is not my lady, ho my baby, she my surrogate
Gave her twenty racks, she like, "Period"
pus*y cracked, super wet like a Aquarius
I asked her what's her sign, and she said, "Meek, a Sagittarius
I told you twenty times, this pus*y makin' you delirious"
I'm serious, they cannot figure where he is
They cannot figure how I built this sh*t up like the pyramids
I figure-four a model b*tch (Yеah)
For an experiencе
Was in an SEL, that b*tch be growlin', fast and furious (Woo)
I got everything, for real
These n*ggas know how I came, for real
f*ck me once, she came, for real
f*ck me twice, I came Chanel
I do not like rappin' with these rappers, they be playin', for real
And I do not be playin', for real
I came with n*ggas that came to kill, on gang

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
(M-M—) This the biggest
(Huh) This the biggest
(Huh) This the biggest
(M-M—)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Fisher island, I drop the top, I got two b*tches smilin' (Hahaha)
Get a pilot, I'm takin' off, I'm talkin' different mileage
Mozambique, hit up my dawg, we diggin' for some diamonds
Me and Meek got all in on tellers who look the brightest (Woo)
b*tches slide, won't come back (Huh)
Just to come give me they neck (Huh)
I just play with finesse, then I tell 'em what's next
I'm as rich as they come, I'ma get me some checks (Boss)
I could live on the run, I got cribs on the West (Maybach Music)
I'm the best where I'm from 'cause I did it the best
All the bodies that we done done, know that come with respect (Huh)
Get a dog check, woo, get a dog check, woo
I put some money on you n*ggas, pray to God, yes
In the Mecca, I'm David Beckham, better say your lecture
All the livin', I'm goin' extra, makin' sure it's epic
Goldman Sachs, I never asked, but you gon' respect it
Rohan Marley, I'm smokin' godly, pettin' on my leopard
I don't f*ck with YouTubers
Still do cocaine manuevers
All you could've been records
Druski know who the ruthless
I get praise like a Buddhist
Long as yayo keep movin'
Brick of lab in my two-seater lookin' like it's a movie (Ah)
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