[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Half a mill in my SS
Rozay, big checks
Nosey n***as be telling thangs, fuck around get hit next
Rolex on Monday, Cartier on Tuesday
Rolls Royce on Wednesday your bitch chose to choose me
Money fast I count slow hunnid bands for the outro
Real n***a don't name drop throw it up if you 'bout yours
Every gun that's 60 rounds every month blow 6 pounds
Miami bitch give good head only time I'm sitting down
Fat boy gone stand up real n***a gone man up
Broke n***a still talk cheap 'lil n***a ain't said none
Two bands on my shoes boy I don't know how you move boy
Young n***a still kill free I fuck ???? boy