Fire Hazard-Rick Ross

Who the fuck you think you fuckin with im a fuckin earner Ring the fuckin fire alarm here come the money burners My money burnin, my money burnin, my money burnin You see my money burnin, money burnin money burnin You see the smoke bitch When it come to these bitches im still a backbreaker Let the vocals get the pussy, let the track rape her Ties on the rims skinny but they fat paper Like im fresh out bitch, its time to stack paper Port of Miami my Chevy still candy My chopper still fully i empty it gladly Never Hollywood even though I got it good I aint got a goon, but fuck it somebody gotta do it Last week You may have heard that we got into it Now the boy missin bitch you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x) Im cooking a brick which is my signature dish Time to feed all my niggas this Columbian fish Yellow tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold yatch master Got em brought to Baltimore who movin all the raw With pink diamond (?) I never saw before When that chopper clap it drop like a trey beat Stray dog ass bitches wanna give me rabies When your pockets fat them bitches stay in heat Them niggas trap clothes, we gonna stay and eat Them boys fire hazards when they got them choppers on em Fuck crime stopper, better call em helicopters on em Definition of slidin 187 Represent your side only thugs go to heaven Never Hollywood even though I got it good I aint gotta goon, But fuck it somebody gotta do it I grew up watching columbian drug lords Who ever knew i would afford cologne by Tom Ford Trips to Hawaii with Diddy on concords Quarter milli in the Louis bitch pretty as Appolonia I got a funny feelin Fuckin Feds watchin me At this point only the goverment could stop me 20 Mill in Four years its a Mobilary Bon Jovi in this bitch blow for everybody Ricky Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair Never Hollywood even though I got it good I aint got a goon but Fuck it somebody gotta do it