Rick Ross - This Me lyrics

It's no facade or no chapard
Well acquainted with Audemars and
All that shit it's Ricky Ross the rich boss

Wet bars on the boat, what broad won't elope
Crib like Scott Storch all from the coke
Maybachs were a dream now it's all real
It's hard to get sleep layin'
Next to five mil still got the chills
I call 'em the goosebumps
Yeah Alexander vision
I'm buildin' like two Trumps
Steppin' guce bumps I'm the main event
We got a pocket full of game
Brain it made me ten
Six bitches' numbers all on the same napkin
Now that's what the fuck I
Call a chain reaction
You see it these niggas livin' of the past
I ran a hundred miles but I
Did it all with class
Hands all glass, wrist all glass
Mirror on the wall
How long will the crystal last
Champagne pours, celebrate the cause
Hover above the laws at the mercy of the Lord

This me nigga, It's me nigga
While we do our thing, give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture, this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me nigga

What's worse, a testimony from you homie?
Tables turn fast, I told you not to fuck me
Tony started with the dishes
Endin' with the digit's
I had to cross friendship
It's rules to the business
All the time with a sister like Gina
Beauty salon dream
Got the keys and the Beamer
On the way to cheetahs pointin' an army
Land my spaceship with the spoilers only
Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF
Let ‘em know how a nigga ride
Fo-fo and fo-five and six fo's
Half a pill, two dime, six hoes
I need a slice of the pie, fo five six
As I throw my dice in the sky
Head crack nigga bread stack nigga
Convertible Bert yeah I let
My hair back nigga

This me nigga, It's me nigga
While we do our thing, give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture, this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me nigga

Lamborghinis and Maseratis for mediocres
When the lease over, back to the street
Soldier call cold shoulders might make me
Bring the heats over when the beef's over
Might see the peach rover
We eats but we try to reach each quota
No soda, Rolls roller one on her
Rodeo eighty gram, one coda
Louis Vuitton, bright sides don’t want ‘em
They trippin', I’m drippin' in Tiffany stones
Get a mop, Peter prop, I’m livin' it homes
Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts
Four chains I’m puttin' down with more work

This me nigga, It's me nigga
While we do our thing, give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture, this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me nigga