Mr. Mauricio - Paper Plates lyrics

[Intro – Rick Ross] Ricky Rozay aka Pharaoh Dinero Mauricio, I got this, n!gga, sit back [Verse 1 – Rick Ross] A.I. on the crossover Name a n!gga floss more The crib worth 30 The record label burning Hottest team on the turf Fat Trel, put in work Trill n!gga still on the rise Throwback, black car, can I Got these sticks back in ’96 Cocaine cowboy, howdy howdy, b!tch Trapping so long ’til it’s in the pores Made a hundred racks before you hit the chorus Maybach, 5 lives in the Taurus N!ggas froze up when they saw us We the ones started out the poets Poor student, natural born poet [Hook/Chorus – Troy Ave] Blue SL, got the centerfold Sitting pa**enger, got a centerfold New model Benz, new model b!tch We just living life, dope dealer rich Who got it? We got it Who done it? We did it One hunnid, we living Get money, do business Real n!ggas love me, fake n!ggas hate me I’m still in the streets eating, paper plates [Verse 2 – Yo Gotti] The chopper make a n!gga Milly Rock I’m tryna buy the whole city block I got fed allegations, n!gga And you a mothafvcking city cop Mauricio! Let the beat drop I’ma Smurda bands to the Lamborghini lot SKRRRRT! Closed lips, we don’t talk a lot N!gga used to whip it out the coffee pot Can’t remove black youngster This money turned a n!gga to a monster, I am I got the game from my mama Hundred round, n!gga I’m the drummer Battle of the bands I’ll never take the stands Told you n!ggas I’m a general Got the soldiers on command www.mynaijalyrics.com [Hook/Chorus – Troy Ave] Blue SL, got the centerfold Sitting pa**enger, got a centerfold New model Benz, new model b!tch We just living life, dope dealer rich Who got it? We got it Who done it? We did it One hunnid, we living Get money, do business Real n!ggas love me, fake n!ggas hate me I’m still in the streets eating, paper plates [Verse 3 – Troy Ave] Dope boy Troy, you ain’t nothing like me I buy a pack of white tees and pack some white keys (coke!) One when it’s hot, one in the pot, sizzle You can find either one in the drop, riddle I just bought a Benz with the price of Lamb’ But show the new ‘Rari, I was like, “Damn!” I could fvck up the hood, they won’t understand Backdoor, the feds might come for a n!gga, man I’ma do it, fvck it, I’ma do it I just had a half a million and I ran through it 350 on my condo, I paid cash A hundred on the car, another 50 just for laughs Hahahahaha I’m laughing straight to the bank And I don’t give a fvck what a p**y n!gga think And I will shoot a n!gga dead if they even fvcking blink I’m the wrong one, but the right one to get you play [Hook/Chorus – Troy Ave] Blue SL, got the centerfold Sitting pa**enger, got a centerfold New model Benz, new model b!tch We just living life, dope dealer rich Who got it? We got it Who done it? We did it One hunnid, we living Get money, do business Real n!ggas love me, fake n!ggas hate me I’m still in the streets eating, paper plates [Outro – Yo Gotti] All gas, no brakes All gas, no brakes All gas, no brakes All gas, no brakes All gas, no brakes All gas, no brakes All gas, no brakes All gas, no brakes