Pusha T, Ab-Liva, Rick Ross - I Still Wanna lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pusha T, Ab-Liva, Rick Ross - I Still Wanna lyrics]
It's like an itch you can't scratch
It's like a bitch you can't shake
I still wanna
Sleeping with the finest
The thread count is bindless
Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus
In this climate I’m Kareem Burke tied in
The Roc's silent partner I ain't
Throwing up the diamond
Throwing on the shearling, collars up
Bottles up sparkles to the table
Got him feeling like he’s Merlin
Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin
Learn from OGs, Alfa Romeos and Sterlings
Updated that, upgraded that
Suffocation blue, in the inside's potato sack
Yeah, talk money, shit, I’m made of that
Cocaine parties like the 70's, I cater that
You know what fame is?
Sitting with the woman of your dreams
And forgetting what her name is
You know what pain is?
Flushing two bricks and trying to have a
Nigga strain it out the drainage
See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd
I still wanna sell kilos
It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the
Pen begging for the Rico
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like
I’m tryna find Nemo i still wanna sell kilos
That's what happens when you Michael
And they try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilos
Grew up watching momma car repo'd
A little nigga staring through the peep hole
How you think I felt
Knowing daddy wasn’t there
Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
Get it how you live
Always echoed in the streets
When we talking business
Talking on the phone cease
Feds listening to conversations
Through my OnStar
Piecing puzzles together solving
Homicides of I's dice game chatter
Better bring your stash out
Red velour, I’m in the white glass house
Half a ticket bitches quick to
Drop it on the scale
City of dope where real nigga sell yay'
Everyday a nigga dies and we can’t ask why
Showing more love to bitches
Fucked on the side tony Montana
Tailor made suit's in the church
Rolls Royce Corniche, trunk full of work
See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd
I still wanna sell kilos
It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the
Pen begging for the Rico
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like
I’m tryna find Nemo i still wanna sell kilos
That's what happens when you Michael
And they try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilos
Testarossa top models, G4s
Gucci pass the crease off
Everything I climb in, i win
Richard Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing
Black label everything, logos in the lining
Bell Biv DeVoe, push poison like a copperhead
Powder falls
Smoke clears through the walking dead
The Rosé bottles pour for the champions
You'd think it was a Grammy win
Celebration spills
Through the morning like an Ambien
Bitches love my ambience chain swinging
Ticker taping like it’s Mardi Gras
Thousand niggas deep
Never needed body guards
Thousand ki's that I’m about to do Pilates on
Wear the king's crown like the
Grill a Maserati’s on
Catty corner parked, doors ajar
On a stripper
Blew a fuse and caught a body on
Cocaine storaging liva living dreams
Y'all DeLoreans is pouring in
See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd
I still wanna sell kilos
It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the
Pen begging for the Rico
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like
I’m tryna find Nemo i still wanna sell kilos
That's what happens when you Michael and they
Try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilos
It's like a bitch you can't shake
I still wanna
Sleeping with the finest
The thread count is bindless
Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus
In this climate I’m Kareem Burke tied in
The Roc's silent partner I ain't
Throwing up the diamond
Throwing on the shearling, collars up
Bottles up sparkles to the table
Got him feeling like he’s Merlin
Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin
Learn from OGs, Alfa Romeos and Sterlings
Updated that, upgraded that
Suffocation blue, in the inside's potato sack
Yeah, talk money, shit, I’m made of that
Cocaine parties like the 70's, I cater that
You know what fame is?
Sitting with the woman of your dreams
And forgetting what her name is
You know what pain is?
Flushing two bricks and trying to have a
Nigga strain it out the drainage
See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd
I still wanna sell kilos
It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the
Pen begging for the Rico
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like
I’m tryna find Nemo i still wanna sell kilos
That's what happens when you Michael
And they try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilos
Grew up watching momma car repo'd
A little nigga staring through the peep hole
How you think I felt
Knowing daddy wasn’t there
Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
Get it how you live
Always echoed in the streets
When we talking business
Talking on the phone cease
Feds listening to conversations
Through my OnStar
Piecing puzzles together solving
Homicides of I's dice game chatter
Better bring your stash out
Red velour, I’m in the white glass house
Half a ticket bitches quick to
Drop it on the scale
City of dope where real nigga sell yay'
Everyday a nigga dies and we can’t ask why
Showing more love to bitches
Fucked on the side tony Montana
Tailor made suit's in the church
Rolls Royce Corniche, trunk full of work
See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd
I still wanna sell kilos
It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the
Pen begging for the Rico
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like
I’m tryna find Nemo i still wanna sell kilos
That's what happens when you Michael
And they try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilos
Testarossa top models, G4s
Gucci pass the crease off
Everything I climb in, i win
Richard Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing
Black label everything, logos in the lining
Bell Biv DeVoe, push poison like a copperhead
Powder falls
Smoke clears through the walking dead
The Rosé bottles pour for the champions
You'd think it was a Grammy win
Celebration spills
Through the morning like an Ambien
Bitches love my ambience chain swinging
Ticker taping like it’s Mardi Gras
Thousand niggas deep
Never needed body guards
Thousand ki's that I’m about to do Pilates on
Wear the king's crown like the
Grill a Maserati’s on
Catty corner parked, doors ajar
On a stripper
Blew a fuse and caught a body on
Cocaine storaging liva living dreams
Y'all DeLoreans is pouring in
See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd
I still wanna sell kilos
It’s like I’m throwing rocks at the
Pen begging for the Rico
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like
I’m tryna find Nemo i still wanna sell kilos
That's what happens when you Michael and they
Try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilos