Lyrics:
Ricky Ross
This somethin' special right here
Excuse the marijuana, just tryna enjoy my self
We got some gangstas in the house too (come on)
I
nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
I like that second one
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga,
Ricky Ross, with something special right here
Excuse the marijuana, just trying to drug myself
We got some gangstas in the house too
Come on
I
she was pregnant for the Filipino, they were very angry and she was kicked out of the house and everything seemed to turn around (for the worst) really
she turns four
Learning to read, learning to write
Her walk home her mother's laugh
Her parents argue about the same things
Her first friend conflict
require GEDs, you just need creativity
Man, all this college talk is making my head hurt
I never was the best at school, I'd rather make bread first
I'd
for us
Disarming tenderness, sold house to fund a business, now it seems she is showing interest
Become a woman in your nature, staying clever, make
VERSE 1: D-Nice ]
Now I can recall the first time I was out on tour
With my boy Too $hort, leavin everyone in awe
I met this little honey, she said,
to move a piano
Fuck all your feelings, 'cause business is business, it's strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man, that's how you lead
steaks
Pull up drop tops you see the look on their face
That's all I want the freedom book me a stay
A five star house vacation, the flight is first class
self-sabotage
With a small entourage
Used the power of
Mantras to get a woman who was clearly out of my league to go out with me
Expensive beach house poppy
loud
She sold her house making a tiny profit
Business loan agreement
Curling up with a book while it snows
Use the equity in your home
Complex financial
gang money.
Reminiscing on my first slant,
By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz
Hit the game, I started as a look out,
See the fly cars that
an hour apart
Land at your driveway and put it in park
Then do the third line of this verse
Then back to my house and we pack up our bikes
And we ride
I ain't an advisor but I know the vocab
No financial advice, know we never do that
Feeling like Buffet, Burry, and Taleb
Portfolio made me a maniac
the)
Mean I got it out the traphouse (traphouse)
Whole gang all in it like a frat house (frat house)
Uh, lookin' for us, get your map out (get your
you sound American
I'm buffalian you sound Canadian
Mans with bare tings and big house
happy for you my time will come about
Party everyday as you
From the house Pablo built
My zoot suit made of silk
From the house Pablo built
My zoot suit made of silk
I go back and feel financial guilt
My
shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit
Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches
And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold
Gettin' money, fuckin'
(Hey, how are you guys fixing to pay?)
Now check it, the topic of discussion
Is more than a financial profit
United Snakes won't stop it
Blow
gettin fast
Usin mo' niggaz for financial aid (what?)
They pickin her up from the 10th grade
In a Jeep they try to creep
Takin her ass to Lover's Leap
I
transport for POTUS
Get the white house medic to the oval office, now, hurry
Doctor, what's happened to him
OMG, looks like a self-induced brain disorder,
the heart
My team on a high
I hope that it last
Got me a kit that's looking first class
Got all these bitches gassed about a car
I'm in my own lane and i'm
seem to meet financial aid requirements
Locked writin' rhymes in the crib when would I get out?
Seems like I'm pushin' yo a hip-hop bid
At home
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