Rick Ross - Vegas Residency lyrics

William Roberts II

[Rick Ross - Vegas Residency lyrics]

Black Bo, you know we miss you
JUSTICE  League m-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music

Yo,   watchin' Kanye interview
Feel like I wanna cry
For  every innocent brother charged
With a homicide went from battle raps to now
We wearin' MAGA hats
Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and
I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk

Chargin' 20 a bird another seizure
So I woke up in intensive care
Pray  you treat a poor man
Like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin' to see me
Like a movie premiere
Dope boys show me love just
For keepin' it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team

I'd rather keep 'em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison
I could see the quotes
Headlines when them white boys get
To pay a fine never rapin' women
Keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot, guess who did it
Where the warrants at? Black bottoms
Through the nine into the morning pack
Fifty million up
I think I need me more than that
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and
They do they thing now I'm into sports
I think I really need a team

I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga
No amount of dough
'Cause you won't get a receipt
That's when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home
Watchin' pictures you post (Win, lose, draw
I swear I'd bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I'ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga

I really needed Doctor Sebi
Dealin' with these seizures
Junior Seau, concussion
Suicidal every season
Go to hell and that's exactly
Where I'm going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight
And now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
Eggs Benedict, a G Wagen for my tenderoni
Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I

Get triggered on 'em
Feel the military for artists
When they wanna' beef
I'm the Kim Dotcom up in KOD
Fuck 'em on the faucet when
They in the office doin' time
I set a mind for correctional officers
Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
2000 on the seats
A hunnid G's just for the verse
Go and get it just to give
It to the inner city
20 Rolls Royces later that
Night in River City
Seminola, Bahas and bring it
Back to Myrtle Grove murder one

You fuckin' other niggas murder mo'
Boobie boys
Ya'll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
So many niggas out here singin' songs
That's why them choppers hear the note
And then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas
And we got a mob

I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga
No amount of dough
'Cause you won't get a receipt
That's when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home
Watchin' pictures you post (Win, lose, draw
I swear I'd bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I'ma pull out the Vacheron

Gold triggers
Still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin', Benny Medina, yeah, it's J-Lo
(Hola) tell her fat boy got her
Shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word
Now we in arenas pyramid, you call it faith
I say it's destiny eatin' with my dawgs
We just a different pedigree mink coats
It's time to drag them bitches to the floor
All my bitches tap my name
I gotta' feed 'em all

Black Bo, he was the realest
Hate to send him off
The biggest blow I ever felt
That's from the biggest boss
Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin
Think it's Crip fuck a vest, pussy nigga
'cause it's hit or miss
Came up in the projects
Watermelon on the porch
Now it's Caymen Island
And wonderful nautical thots

In Hawaii, Zion got me livin', fuck the Coast
For my B day, Dr dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin'
I pray it never run it's course
Touch a quarter million
My prayers really rubbin' off
Ah, I catch my breath
And holler "Batter's up" i get the money
'cause the stats they never mattered much
MVP i'm from the league
Where niggas tattle much
Testify on your right hand
Put 'em in a Camel Clutch

Fell asleep unconscious
Woke up out in Myrtle Beach
Oh, in Vegas with pimps
Niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
Facts, I'm well connected in this city life
We all in double M-jumpers out
On them chilly nights
Gave me a brick until I asked
Him "What would twenty like?"
On body number ten
So I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)

I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga
No amount of dough
'Cause you won't get a receipt
That's when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home
Watchin' pictures you post (Win, lose, draw
I swear I'd bet it all for you)

We could meet up out in Vegas
I'ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala
Lalala, Win, lose, draw
I swear I'd bet it all for you)
(Win, lose draw)

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