Rick Ross - Vegas Residency

Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. 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' M.A.G.A. 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 bottles through the night until the morning back
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 doc to see me 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
Build a military for artists when they wanna beef
I'm the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck 'em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin' time, I send 'em mine through 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
Took Manolo, Bajas and bring it back to murder row
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 (shh)
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 tat 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 cost
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
M.V.P. 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)

Written by:
Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe, Raphael Ramos, William Roberts

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