I got my money right, I ain't nothin' nice, It's goin' down tonight, That's what the bitches like all day long [Chorus: x2] I got my money right, I ain't nothin' nice, Its goin down tonight, That's what the bitches like all day long, I ain't here for nothin' baby, all day long, I ain't here for nothin' only cash [Flo Rida] Everythin' safe, gotta walk-in safe Treadmill rapper still runnin' in place All these meals I can share my plate Flo Rida full yeah I already ate Plenty to give or take I'm bout business Make no mistake hey this serious this real estate Is some million it just out weigh My position I'm cuttin' cake I'm the chef in the kitchen late On my recipe bill gates on the essence I'm all the way Don't worry bout a dollar don dollar with the product? Ain't no problem if you starta you a starter you get hot up Grand pieces I got em I get em ballin' like somethin' Consider the show stopper I'm all in the damn profit [Chorus] [Brisco] My life is straight I'm livin' good I ain't hurtin' for nothin' I knock the riches in them word but I'm workin' with somethin' The Escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons They keep the tabs on they curb when I come through stuntin' That's Brisc best to believe it seatin' on skates I'm the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face Big Bs makin' it rain no need to hate Got beef, loadin' them things, grip the whole case I got my money right and I'm livin' up some rubba bands Hit the club baby bet I spend a couple grand (couple grand) I'm pitchin' chauffeur keys under hand When I'm on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Ricky Ross I'm pitchin' my jeans I'm gettin' brain everyday Bitches thicker than Venus I told Serina she can train Got my money like a train its always on track I love my money more than fame so explain the all black, All black Maybach in the back I'm gettin' blown People wanna build a case I'm like, "fuck it just bring it on!" Then maybe it make me stronger I hustle my money longer Still hustlin' out the honda Just tryin' to take out my momma Gotta problem nigga holla I'ma holla my blacka blacka Your Impala bare harbor I'ma shoppa non stopper All this shit I'ma copppa Suck dick and cant stop her Doin' tricks with big poppa [Chorus]
Written by: TRAMAR N DILLARD, BRITISH ALEXANDER MITCHELL, WILLIAM LEONARD N ROBERTS, J'VON JAMES THOMAS
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