Rick Ross, Meek Mill - SHAQ & KOBE lyrics

Mhuah... What is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Mha-ha-ha

Niggas wanna see you lose when you're makin' moves
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make them fool
I never thought I'd make the Forbes before I make the news

Havin' a threesome with some bitches, it's still ain't amusin'
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, it's like I lit the fuse
I call the shots, and all the killers be likе "What's the move?"
Hundred grand, you and your little man gets split in two

Mmm, my life got way realer
Playin' with them millions
And they turned me to a made nigga
Anywhere in the trenches
I be active when they play with 'em
Statements got retracted
When niggas ratted, 'cause we sprayed niggas

Mafioso sippin' Lobos
Jumpin' out the chopper to the yacht off the gold coast
We was totin' choppers on the block, sellin' coco
Now we treatin' models like they thots out in SoHo

Thirty mill' in cash, do these niggas bad
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad
I seen my dawg kill my dawg, just to get his stash
He went up top, they banged him out, got that nigga slayed

(Too much...)

Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot and punched
The stuffings, keep tuckin' the chopper
Too much money and power

Hustle in twenty-four hours

Too much money and power
Stumble into the penthouse,
With a baddie to fuck in the shower
Too much money and power (Too much)

Hustle in twenty-four hours

I left a team of niggas in the red tape
Diggin' through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face

My niggas couldn't read, had impediments
But they never would leave any evidence
Your mother still in pain, it been a few days
What you know, this all it came with minimum wage

They thought it was a game 'til the shots rang
Six niggas layin' on the same box spring
How you dead broke but got a dope charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond

Got this chopper with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof since I won't walk
Killin' niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
Twenty million, I can see, and all in a week

We only on the yachts with tequila shots
It's only paperwork when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you envious devil demons, you can suck a dick

I hope you die slow with your blindfold
Ya bitch still at home with her mind blown
I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos
And I got a pool in Paris in a bungalow

Still flippin' numbers talking summer sauce
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called
Sippin' champagne, I own it myself
You niggas better learn to own you some wealth

(Too much...)

Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot
And punched the stuffings
Keep tuckin' the chopper
Too much money and power
Hustle in twenty-four hours
Too much money and power

Stumble into the penthouse
With a baddie to fuck in the shower
Too much money and power
Hustle in twenty-four hours
Too much money and power

Some of this shit too good to be true
M-M-M