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rick ross - infinity lyrics

[bridge]
call my b+tch back
call my b+tch back
call my

[verse 1 – rick ross]
learn to walk a tight rope
never seen a rich n+gga go broke
they putting leans on the n+gga things
publicize your demise and by all means
your family fortune is forever what you stood on
sold dreams fantasies to put the hood on
you reap what you sow and they speak in repossessions
tell the coach yourself
these are powerful lessons
these n+ggas always smile
when i came around
they let you know my reputation
when you in my town
a real n+gga you gonna know that by the contract
bottom linе blood, show me where thе ones
at that paper, he get funny, when bumping gin is involved
mechanicals never matter, because that was your dog
now your hands on but things dont ever seem right
you make a call to k!ll your lawyer to green light
he looking through it then hit you up with the bad news
its so familiar he did this hang with the last dudes
mafia
so baby girl
cash rules
every dollar accountant for a double m the crew
maybach music

[chorus]
death row
dance life
for clothes know my fast life
the white man call us stupid n+ggas
we spend it all
nothing for our children
had it all, now its repossess
paint feet, cl!ck cutting, bad checks
time to learn boy
the cash rules
success is a precious jewel

[verse 2 – rick ross]
playing poison in a n+gga mind
chilling with your boys
when its time to grind
we both come from those humble beginnings
still can’t believe we never followed each other on twitter
funny thing is the animosity money brings
real n+ggas out of style, we may be one in three
back against the wall
outnumbered by f+ck boys
one bullet, one target, one choice
you can take “a l”
take a sh+ll and still double m still making mill
made n+ggas respect my hustle on 4th toast
i put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest
i need a hit handle put me in touch with the closest
you still digging through ashtrays k!lling the roaches
and i never took “a l” back when meek fail
just drove the numbers all the way back up in retail

[chorus]
death row
fast life
for clothes know my best life
the white man called us stupid n+ggas
we spend it all
nothing for our children
had it all, now its me possessed
can’t feed, clique cutting, bad checks
time to learn boy
the cash rules
success is a precious jewel

[verse 3 – rick ross]
can’t be writing checks with your eyes closed
why you living out of homes in different time zones
mind blown spinning strip you watching rhinestones
pistol to your head this that level long home
i apologize moody but its all i got
everybody in this office we can die tonight
i never met an artist who fully recruit
these deals the deal dealers wanna deal with you
young n+ggas down to act your age
buying belts you seen on other n+ggas waste
hoes f+cking for photos they wanna post online
whole time shawty knowing im the gold mine
put her on all she needed was a co sign
black minks and glove n+gga the whole nine
see me on the road sh+t i had to hold mine
north for clothes or fold just for soul signs

[chorus]
death row
fast life
foreclosed on my past life
the white man calling the stupid n+ggies
we spend it all
nothing for our children
had it all now its repossess
can’t feed, cl!ck cutting, bad checks
time to learn boy
the cash rules
success is a precious jewel

[verse 4 – tyga]
hop tip top
party on my spot
rock wallas out
got secure the lot
fake n+ggas out
bring the burners out
and its go to mouth
you always run your mouth
we been in the loud
blowing clouds
hundred thousand
commas now
we just f+cking
in and out
i can’t love you now
im too wild
same time who gon’be the one to turn you out
wanna do it cause i do it oh you funny now
b+tch getting on my nerves i just leave the house
now im sleeping at my other b+tch house
louis bags on the couch
camouflaged with the hundreds
now im coming in her mouth
and if she catch feelings got a feeling i be out
but she cool so im liking how the sh+t is turning out
and she know its all alone and we both keep it low

[chorus]
she got crack i got dough she got x on the smoke
its like murder on the road and we on death row
and the s+x so good its so hard saying no

[verse 5 – tyga]
if your n+gga found out
that my girl’ll k!ll a dope
and we both love f+ck
till we both love f+ck
we both love
good ain’t
good enough
take you out the shot
yeah i call the shots
im the f+cking boss
put you in the law
you can got a lot
if you play your role
catch coming
over cooking in the stove
the riches bold
they gon’hate
f+ck money talk
bullsh+t walk
they gon’try to f+ck it up
tell you i ain’t sh+t
judging by my outfit
yeah im the sh+t
ice sick of wrist quarter million on the l!ck
same b+tches that i hit still on your list
yeah im gods gift given like im saint nick
im the ghetto bill gates give me ten years
chop chop
when i switch gears
thoughst that make her p+ssy wet
cominin a v+twelve
i ain’t even put it in
bustin’in your seat belt
squirtin’on the interior of the eight twelve
fisht ail
laid back ill
and it came with the luggage that is to trill
but you not a big deal’till you makin deals
and im tying up the big deal to keep deal
keep your picture in my phone man them times is real
if youre happy with the trone then just let me live
i ain’t hiding
i ain’t running
the way im moving
got you watching
us the low and we both keep it low

[chorus]
she got cracked i got dope she got x on the smoke
its like murder on the road and we on death row
and it s+x so good its so hard saying no

[verse 6 – wiz khalifa]
lot of food on my plate i can’t wait
lot of food on my plate but i ain’t on a date
lot of food on my plate but i got more to make
lot of food on my plate but im still more in shape
really my diamonds open my door to my safe
couple dips in the pool couple more at the gate
just catch on to these raps boy you late
come to my legacy
i ain’t ordinary im great
lot of food on my plate im eating steak
lot of food on my plate plus brown knees and cakes
lot of food on my plate
i think that a fat n+gga could relate
in my sixtyone rolling down the interstate
just got some new sounds and some new breaks
turn it up all the way to sh+t pound like a toothache
might let down the roof today
lot of food on my plate that i just made
lot of food so like warriors we come out to play lot of
food on my plate that i dont save
lot of food on my plate that i dont save

- rick ross lyrics

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