[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather you than me
If you've been f**ing with me since Port of Miami
It's been hell of a f**ing journey
M-m-maybach Music
Ain't nun' changed n***a
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
f** it
Beat Billionaire
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash
Her future bright, don't give a f** about her past
Her a** be looking good inside the leggings
But I know that she's missing all the edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich n***a calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these b**hes is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people f**ing with the presser
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n***as militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white b**hes like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, n***a, I make blood money
On my third pa**port, and I'm geechie as f**
I got wet stripper p**y at the airport
I got molly green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
f** this Philippine p**y in some house shoes
I got dope money, n***a, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all front pages
Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm f**ing n***as hoes cus they easy
I'm in here f**ing n***as wives, balls breezy
She gotta f** like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs
I make a movie every single f**ing day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n***as militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let's go!
Hands on these n***as, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
f** you n***as woes, when I was ashing n***a
Loafers in the chop, I keep it cla**y n***a
Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind
Motherf** 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Never riding dirty in the extra car
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n***as militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent