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maybach music group - fitted cap lyrics

beat billionaire

[rick ross]
you know i stick to the script
twenty-million dollar n-gg-, but i do it like this

(m-m-m-maybach music, maybach music)

[rick ross – chorus]
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (wuh! )
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (wuh! )
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
the rolls-royce, it’s all white
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f-ckin’ wit’ the spikes

my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo! )
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo! )
the rolls-royce, it’s all white (how can i not talk big? i got to)
foamposites (wale! ), the lebrons, i’m f-ckin’ wit’ the spikes
wale

[wale – verse 1]
yeah, uh
ferrari mics, b-tch, i’m on my car show
my chick black and white, she ain’t no dime, that b-tch a concorde
11 know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss
the coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment sh-t
p-r-ps is proper, couple gs when i’m shoppin’
my girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes
shout out frankie the butcher, shout out mishka in brooklyn
that’s some n-gg- from 10.deep atl, i’m wit’ the cooker
i ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school
you bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
and t-to’s my n-gg-s, you know just we just need more sh-t and
it’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
pine-green foams, they may never see the store
got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul
b-tch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
look at my 9s, look at my blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit’ laser
look at my wh-r-, that is your lady, look at my flo’, makin’ y’all crazy
makin’ y’all sick, y’all cannot tame me, lexus drive me, maybach pay me
salute

[rick ross – chorus]
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo! )
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo! )
the rolls-royce (huh! ), it’s all white (huh! )
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f-ckin’ wit’ the spikes
meek mill

[meek mill]
yo
i said i’m swaggin’ out in my cool greys, no ll, but these cool js
and my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
i’m too blazed, and i’m too high, george kush, the whole crew high
wrong move and that tool fly, better kon that -ss like wu-sai
it’s mmg, mob, young n-gg-, i been og
walk around wit’ like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen’ on me
don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear
big money, all the hoes, hd, i came so clear
we jeweled out and we racked up, phantom big when it back up
big boy, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked
i’m a bad boy, b-tch, ask puff, simpson-rodgers, my last cup
on this sh-t, i can’t stand up, country ks as i man up
this rozay, wale, gunplay, and that n-gg- pill
in brazil, and this sh-t is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
one week and we get the deal, one day and i f-cked the b-tch
my levis, they 501, my snapback is h-lla bent

my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo! )
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo! )
the rolls-royce (huh! ), it’s all white (huh! )
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f-ckin’ wit’ the spikes

[j. cole]
fresh–ss n-gg-, no wonder why them hoes be open
that’s that n-gg-, so what’d i say? they okey-dokin’
how you figga? you f-ckin’ wit’ me? i hope he jokin’
i’m witcha girl, you home alone, b-tch you macauley culkin
i’m oviedosin’, ay, homie, kobe smokin’
then put my ashes on you n-gg-s, bet you gon’ need lotion
i’m slowly roastin’, heatin’ up, so you know we toastin’
f-ck hoes wit’ no emotion, fade away like kobe postin’
out in sweden, like ain’t sh-t that you can’t tell us
lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at n-gg-s jealous
’cause uh, they had them js, and my mama wouldn’t cop ’em
can you blame her? hundred dollars for them b-tches wann’t a option
now we livin’ much better, n-gg-, pay whatever
rock them b-tches once then forgot about ’em forever
my kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers
you just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you n-gg-s this summer
cole

my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
the rolls-royce, it’s all white
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f-ckin’ wit’ the spikes

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