Rick Ross - Rich Porter lyrics

[Hook: Meek Mill] Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter, I'm really ballin' Bad b**hes got 'em calling, they really calling My Rollie flooded like New Orleans, just like New Orleans Ain't talking money, what you talking? n***a what you talking? My b**h probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money Ain't sh** in life for free so we were talkin' money You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me [Verse 1] They got me feeling like Rich Porter, I got them hoes Selling work we got them bricks, and got the most If he ain't test it I don't trust em', he prolly told Dimed out your homies, seen them statements, he got exposed These n***as ratting and you f**ing with these p**y n***as I put these hoes up on the jet and bring that p**y with us I bring that new thing through yo block, I see you looking n***a 36 up in the pot like what you cooking n***a? Fish scale, I love the hustle, I'm 'bout my paper And I'm fly as Alpo before he drop a statement I knew I started getting money when I got them haters Boy won't you go and k** yourself and just do God a favor [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Don't you see a n***a ballin' like I'm Rayful Edmond?? (No snitching) My DC shooter Fat Trel hold up that Mac-Eleven (Dem b**hes) Nail me to the cross I swear I'll never testify (Never) Never will, that Maybach murder got em' petrified I'm hard to k**, I'm counting cake up with my finest b**h Take off her makeup and she still look like a finalist Top models, pop bottles, catch you b**hes slipping Do em' dirty that top dollar make a major difference I bought another Phantom, cash count that at the dealer It took an hour, fast money for us young n***as Can't run around, marble statues in the front and back (Boss) With no regard for the law, cause all I want is stacks So f** em' all [Hook: Meek Mill]