Meek Mill,Rick Ross - Aight (feat. Gunplay) lyrics

Every card don't get dealt, n***a Aight, you wanna try a real n***a? Aight, I'mma show you how we deal with ya Aight, she wanna f** a dope dealer Aight, or keep f**in' with them broke n***as Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' money, if you hating Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' stripes if you hate on me, always aight Big, big bully, lockjaw Big, fully off in my top draw Big bullets, big topped off p**y n***a knocked off Living legend, Silver Seven Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast Head trigger, no rogaine Gripping oakgrain with some stolen c**aine Triple crosser, pistol tosser Foreign car crasher, just a flosser She want a thug n***a, she a little choosey Beat a life sentence, feel like Lil' Boosie Aight, you wanna try a real n***a? Aight, I'mma show you how we deal with ya Aight, she wanna f** a dope dealer Aight, or keep f**in' with them broke n***as Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' money, if you hating Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' stripes if you hate on me, always aight I'm a straight stunna, take hunna Was a broke n***a, one they used to make fun of MMG, self made pay one up I'm that motherf**in' n***a they don't want none of Born shooter, Porsche tooter Throwing jabs like four Zab Judah's b**h I'm reckless, so damn foolish Slanging more stones than them damn j**elers Don Logan, talkin' vulgar Traphouse, no A.C, torn sofa You n***as know my mothaf**in' pedigree I'm Gunplay, I'm everything I said I'd be Aight, you wanna try a real n***a? Aight, I'mma show you how we deal with ya Aight, she wanna f** a dope dealer Aight, or keep f**in' with them broke n***as Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' money, if you hating Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' stripes if you hate on me, always aight You pulled a gun on my homie you better have one for me Ain't no running up on me, my new Versace fatigue b**bie got with the work what Dre just got for his Beats I expect for these songs to keep me hot with the seats All I want is the money, the masterkey to these riches These pussies keep hating, I'mma hit you with inches Get my n***a a kite, told my warden we did it Put these stacks on these books ‘cause I'm too busy to finish Now back to these guns, my n***a Gun got my back He went on trial for his life, many don't come out on that If you as real as they come and it's live for you n***a Now hold up your guns and when you pull back the trigger Aight, you wanna try a real n***a? Aight, I'mma show you how we deal with ya Aight, she wanna f** a dope dealer Aight, or keep f**in' with them broke n***as Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' money, if you hating Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight I'm gettin' stripes if you hate on me, always aight