Rick Ross - Empire lyrics

(Intro – Rick Ross) I’ma tell you like this, ni**a (Verse 1 – Rick Ross) I got a hundred Gs on my line I ain’t eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown Bi**h I’m eating lavish, look up, ho, it’s snowing now I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League gon hold it down Got a odor there in the attic, that’s a couple pounds New Rolex that I ordered, that’s a hundred though Time to milk the game, b**h I went and bought a cow My ni**a GDK a goon, he’ll gun you down Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down My ni**a Nut so slick, they ain’t pat him down I got a hundred ni**as on my line A hundred squares at a time, ni**a, hold it down (Chorus – Rick Ross) Addicted to money, addicted to chips My hoe was gay, now she addicted to d**k Addicted to this, addicted to that I’m getting them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack I’m addicted to money, addicted to chips My hoe was gay, now she addicted to d**k Addicted to this, addicted to that I’m getting them stacks, it’s more addictive than crack (Verse 2 – Drake) Alright my patience running thin Olympic pools of money, I’m just glad I learned to swim Cannonball, bi**h, I hope your diving board’s sturdy And I hope when dinner’s cold, my ni**as do not desert me Nah, but sh**’s all good The deal got signed and my split’s all good And these haters pretending that it’s all good Say that s**t in person, man I wish y’all would I say you lucky if your father was a figure Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my ni**a And my mother so proud cause his son is getting bigger I took time to load the bullets, now I’m bout to pull the trigger Like boom, boom, boom, I’m a genius, god dammit I ain’t the type to murder you, I’m more the type to plan it So please take a seat if you really can’t stand it Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic But Skinny told me to do me And don’t listen to anybody that knew me Cause to have known me Would mean that there’s a new me And if you think I changed in the slightest could of fooled me And tell my city I’m the two-three Drug dealers live vicariously through me No bench time, nickname started Drake Franchise player, I don’t even get a water break And these other lames is hardly mentioned I bet that with this pen I could draw attention But you can tell by my strut I’m just chilling in the cut, ni**a what And I’m feeling like (Repeat Chorus)