or
Rick Ross

I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
Well that's somethin' I gotta see
Is it how my chain swings, tired of ma face
Tellin' lies getting niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to tha mob deeper than a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed all the cellphones tapped
Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yea they want a nigga dead
They envy my success
To be loved, to be loved
Oh what a feelin' hundred rounds in tha drum
Niggas gettin' wacked no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin' I know bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through, that's love
We go bac to tha blue house and if she bad enough may take her to tha new house
My Maserati be tha new body
Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin ring side

[Chorus]
You wanna go that route
Go there
I been on this road before (uh huh)
I know gun play, you know gun play (yea)
I'm shootin' for tha win but ready for tha loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it
I'm swingin' that iron (that Iron) when I'm swingin' that iron (that iron)
Ain't thinkin' bout time, ain't thinkin' bout mine, ain't thinkin' bout dying

My nigga so street
My swisha so sweet
All this money on the table
How a nigga gon sleep
Speculations on my deal
It was over ten mil
Blowin' herb chauffeur plus home in new zeal
Beat the case like gotti
We the trill murder ink
I erased slip and slide
They rainy in the mink
Look dead in her eye
Its tha end of the road
In the purple maybach means that I'm gettin' more dough
Smell the Cristian Dior
I used to be poor
When you cross Florida lines boy I'm your leor
Boobi boys steal
Boobi boys real
You can name alot of lames that the boobi boys killed
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love
We go back to tha blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route
Go there
I been on this road before (uh huh)
I know gun play, you know gun play (yea)
Shootin' for tha win but ready for tha loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it
I'm swingin' that iron (that Iron) I'm swingin' that iron (that iron)
Ain't thinkin' bout time, ain't thinkin' bout mine ain't thinkin' bout dying

Nigga how I'm living
Damn near dying
For every digit I get
Fuck they know bout that
I ain't never put shit on the line
Jus' shit in they rhyme
I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme
Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga
Never seen a laptop in tha projects nigga
Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics
Convicts and buyin' it
If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it
Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum fuck shyt ma nigga don't want this
Who that, who that behind the curtain I'll merk 'em
Wizard of oz niggas, hiding behind money
Hiding behind luxury
I see em shootin' up all that fuck shit
Its gettin' ugly
Got torch on the line said he got a couple nuns I tol' him grab to koo'
Bring em on through.

You wanna go that route
Been on this road before (uh huh)
I know gun play, you know gun play (yea)
Shootin' for tha win but ready for tha loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it
I'm swingin' that iron (that Iron) I'm swingin' that iron (that iron)
Ain't thinkin' bout time,ain't thinkin' bout mine ain't thinkin' bout dying

Written by ROBERTS, WILLIAM / CARPENTER, MAURICE / ELLIOTT, LEIGH / MOLLINGS, JOHNNY / MOLLINGS, LEONARDO / MORALES, RICHARD
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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