[Intro]
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Hey you want me to mack you
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Well, check this out baby
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You was flying commercial when I met you baby
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Yeah, bitch didn’t even had a passport
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But check this out
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It’s ricky ross, maybach music
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And I wanna do something different today baby
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I wanna know what qualify you to fuck with a nigga like myself
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Why should you ride in that spaceship with a boss
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Talk to me
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Well check this out baby
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This is cash money, maybach music
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You gotta admit you’re dime… true
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I need to explore your mind baby, what’s really cracking lately
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I’m in the multiplication baby
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You might eat taco bell before midnight
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It’s time to fuck with that prime 112 baby
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Fuck with a hunned dollar salad
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Tell me something good baby, talk to me
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When you gonna put my album out?
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What you mean your album?
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I mean when you gonn make me a star
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Check this out baby
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You know you ain’t focused on what you sposed to be
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Focused there
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You really, you worried about your album, and your publishin
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And, when I signed you baby
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I signed you for who you are
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I didn’t signed you for your publishing
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And take advantage of your budgets
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Well baby I need checks
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Checks will soon come baby, just not right now
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It’s all about triller
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Cmb, birdman, ricky ross
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Baby keep your eyes on the prize
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It’s not a sunroof, I apologize
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It’s convertible
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My life is astronomical,
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I’m not an astronaut baby
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I just get high in the day
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I need a car wash and a wax
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These are simply facts, that I’m stating
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The money and the making got me elevated
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Elevators on my home, hoe I got it going on
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On the g to the cold, bitch hit the dome
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It’s 5 after
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Am I what you desire baby?
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Not hardly, cause what you driving
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And what you eating, don’t make me shit baby
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You been watching too much tv baby
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I’m just tryina get your pussy wet baby
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All you gotta do to satisfy a real nigga
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Is smile and keep your hair done, baby
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You see it’s triple c, cmb,
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And for all you hoes out there that need motivation
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You fucking with entrepreneurs right now
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Go buy yourself a pair of birdman loaks
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Buy that triller, buy that cmb catalogue baby
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We been getting money a long way over there
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I just wanna do some pimp shit
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And fin to get records to the h presentation
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And excuse me, I am high
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Like I said baby this is a dealership, but we don't deal cars
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No Hondas over here, hoe, you gotta understand
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You gotta preorder these baby,
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A piano come with these, CMB, Triple C
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Homey N Hoes
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| Rick Ross |
