Rick Ross - Mafia Music III Lyrics
feat. Chrisette Michele[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Kilograms were the key to my successI apologize being so discreet with my connectsLamborghini's were figments of my imaginationWhoever figured the figures this figure would be makingPlenty cream, my women pose like figurinesWhips weaving through traffic the triple black centipedesPlease let a nigga breatheDilated pupils are the seeds of a niggas greedWith 20 g's in my denim jeansIf she *****ing me she lucky just to get some chucky cheeseI bust my nut and holla lucky meIts tatted in my vein I remain sucker freeMy vocal like an atom bomb in the AvalonBlack roses for singing the saddest songAs-Sal?mu `Alaykum to paperWalaikum SalamIm the don inshallah, now pour me my DomBeing gangstas a cold jobWack a nigga go rejoice with a blow jobAlways wanted Rolls Royce with no jobThen again all I fear is a dope chargeAll I fear is a dope chargeTell me whats the odds for appeals for a dope boyWho shed tears for a dope boyOh what happens to the kids of the dope boyOrphans, *****ing orphansBorn defending so nigga never been on offenseNow its mo shrimp, nigga order more shrimpMy neighbourhood a rackett I practice my importanceYou know we hustle to the key of lifeMoving weed and white before we learn to read and writeSo ***** a tutor pay attention to my shooter*****ing me today but next she be *****ing LudaWe *****s with fast cars and cash flowMy last loaf was gift wrapped by CastroI did it all but the blow was my specialtyMental telepathy directly in my recipeAhh, 2 mill on my second homeStill stepping on a couple bricks of that methadoneI got a method for getting money like RZA doResurrected big poppa in the physicalReincarnated the realest I'm getting revenue10 mill borrowed from my peers in the federalAnd thats several for slinging in AtlantaBut the way they dress you never knewThought they seen a better viewBut the feds had a rat name ReginaldThat put em on a pedestal the conviction was incredibleThe moral of the story wasAin't no happy ending for a thugI think of 2Pac, I think of Biggie nowLook how they getting down, I went and bought a 50 CalWe all go when we gotta goMy Glock hole bigger than Nicki Minaj camel toeSo let the panel know we back, the commission intactTeflon don and all black for filling contractsI'm only here to supersede my successorsRIP Paul Castellano, Meyer Lansky, Bumpy Johnson, Al CaponeT-Rogers, Tookie Williams, Carlo Gambino and last but not least John GottiTeflon Don(Ross, Ross, ross)
