My Ni**a-Rick Ross/Young Breed

Black bottle boys, Ciroc lifestyle, Mastermind Untouchable Empire ya heard me Four stacks on the ball mean jeans jacket I'm addicted to things i got a mean habit Ni**a look at my rings i've got??? tatted Me stacking my cream the only thing that matter Me whippin that 'cain you know it's G status Quarter K in back just like a beef potted Women in the spot know it's straight crackin' Got your chain snached actin' like it ain't happen Jigga one went at least eight pidgeons Cartier cost ya boy 80 carats Black bottle boy we can go to war Started 40 bottles, we can order more Outgrewed save; Money waterwall My audemars for ballers, ni**a none of y'all Sh*t got real back in '98 Look around lil niggas buying weight Park the money caller when it's seven??? All white phantom now we heavy weight Talkin money team, money ni**a everyway Money team, money ni**a everyway She never f**ked a ni**a with straight commas They come right back like I'm A.Broner Come right back like I'm A.Broner Come right back like I'm A.Broner I said that i'mma ride for my mof**kin' niggas Most likely I'mma die withy my finger onthe trigger I been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And i ain't goin' in less I'm with my niggas My ni**a, my ni**a My ni**a, ni**a (My mof**kin' ni**a) My ni**a, my ni**a My ni**a, My ni**a Got some niggas who will slide like them killers in the eighties All i got to do is say it ain't no finna maybe I bust a ni**a head it just how my momma raised me Never really knew my daddy so my brother had to get me Uptown native, all black mercedes And my motherf**kin' wrist worth four and a baby Used to break them down daily, like f**k you; pay me Now you lookin' at the plug it's self made paper P**sy on demand like I'm paying for a cabel Told that b**ch this a mob ain't no motherf**kin' label Tryin' put a hunder grant in the middle of my pawn I do it for my niggas who can't even get a pawn Big d**e dealer with a death sentence Ain't snitch, keept it real that's real ni**a Side b**ches still trippin' tryin' kill you winner Got 99 problems, p**sy ain't issue And I'm strapped; what's a p**sy ni**a would tryin' play I'm from the jungle nothin but killers and wolves where I stay Still a type that tell that i'm cool with a 'cain B**ch I'm good in the hood and I'm good at the bank I said that i'mma ride for my mof**kin' niggas Most likely I'mma die withy my finger onthe trigger I been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And i ain't goin' in less I'm with my niggas My ni**a, my ni**a My ni**a, ni**a (My mof**kin' ni**a) My ni**a, my ni**a