Rick Ross - So Sophisticated Lyrics
[Featuring: Meek Mill][Intro: Rick Ross]This shit is highly sophisticatedI just make it look easy, nigga. Follow me[Verse 1: Rick Ross]I’m so sophisticatedTo get a verse from me, you gotta be initiatedTo get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticatedPurchase a whip from me and never miss a single paymentI’m from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate itEven the black folk hate to see another nigga made itTell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigeratedJust bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscatedCounting a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate itYou wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicatedI pull your card, I know you’re ***** by your conversationShow you the safe you’ll have to kill me for that combinationMade another two milli just off the compilationI just hit a lick, I’m telling you this shit amazingGot a white *****, she *****ing me just like she JamaicanSipping purple and that mother*****er concentratedThis for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated[Hook: Rick Ross]This the mob so you gotta get initiatedIf you a mark, then you gotta make initial paymentWe going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter PaytonThe game sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)We so sophisticated (Ugh!)Shit so sophisticated (Woo!)Hundred millionaires, ***** we made it (Ugh!)[Verse 2: Rick Ross]I’m so sophisticatedSmoking weed, busting open doll and lick her laterI bust her open then I tell her I’mma lick her laterPull out the stick and spray that ***** just like it’s activatorTime to lay down these niggas who still be masqueradingWe know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbatingRound of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivatingSo sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculatedPut yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitatedI’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking pettyTatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)Fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulatingI’m the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain’t itI got a ***** I’m *****ing that you see on BETMy lil’ Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZBreaking news and we still get them for ten a keyAnd if he faking, ***** him, tell them niggas “C’est la vie”[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]Shitting on these haters, ball hard D WaitersEver since I got money, e’rybody need favorsThat’s why I ain’t got no homies, and I ain’t got no neighborsBut I be on my grind like I ain’t got no paperBut I’m so rich and I got yo *****All in my whip and she all on my dickWith a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib‘Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit‘Cause I burn shit down, yeah I'm in my bagAnd these niggas so mad it’s my turn nowAnd I get that cash and my ***** so bad, she know sophisticatedI’m balling hard, *****ing *****es and ain’t got shit for hatersI hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paperMy neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigeratorBoy you an imitatorYou ain’t got no M’s in yo account, I never ask my amountTreat that bad ***** like a bad check ‘cause I cash that and I bounceI ain’t never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounceAnd I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word[Hook]