Rick Ross - National Champs lyrics

[Intro] I had to take the seats out I had to put that Balmain interior in the Maybach, n***a [Verse 1] She know you n***as monkey n***as She want a money makin' mogul n***a Quit smilin' like you know a n***a You ain't no boss, how you owe a n***a I'm the flame that the game needed Let y'all fiends use the same needle See my chain know the clique fatal I turned a dream into a record label Holdin' my hammer, it get cold in the winter My lil n***as on fire, I f**s with no s** offenders Got all the b**hes, lyrics is vicious Taylor my britches, reaminin' consistent I keep to myself, most neighbors be snitches I bought me a mansion, dope boy in the district Brick in the trunk, V-7 be movin Hundred black caskets, in honor of b**bie I'm shippin that boy, to my dawg in Detroit Let him run through the Chi', oh me oh my Keepin' it real, my n***as invented Beginnin' to climb, your n***as descendin' Brick haven, if a b**h hate Must be mad how I'm ballin' like I'm Nick Saban National champs, look at my rings Charlie Ward, I play for two teams DeMarcus Cousins, way of doing things Call it dirty money, look at all the joy it brings Gavin Maloof, Rick Ross, Micky Arison b**h I'm a f**in' boss [Hook] Keep your enemies close (yay yay) Like the weed that you smoke (yay yay) Watch the words that you speak (yay yay) Leave that sh** in the streets (yay yay) [Verse 2] Your homie hatin', want to see you home invaded Tweetin' your location, got all these k**ers racin' Meanwhile I'm sellin records, trynna move vinyl k**in' like makin records, n***as wanna sign you Hit, hit, go make another hit Big advance for a n***a he could never get n***a hatin' on me send his address to my gmail On my twitter bio why the f** you think it's up there? f** your show n***a, I'll f** your ho n***a You just a half a brick, I'm that whole n***a You a half a man, I'm a gold n***a So when you try me, I'mma throw n***a That's all I can say (yay yay) Take 'em to trial (yay yay) [Hook]