Rick Ross - Bait (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Work, work, work, work, stashed up at my girl's spot Hair weave k**er had on Louie's in my mug shot Yeah, yeah, one shot, two shot, three Damn I pull up with this mother f**er fish tailing And I'm raw, fish scale Bloomingdale and Neiman Marcus I take the beat and make it a carca** Shop at Saks Fifth like it's a Target Closet the size of your apartment I'm swagged up so don't try me Bank roll is my ID When I pulled out she hopping in Make your main girl my side piece Listening to that old Jay-Z One eye open like CBS So much Promethazine I'm VIP at CVS Long way from EBT Every time I spit it's a DVD And I don't care if she gone, in a long skirt I'll take her home and do her like homework [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Creeping on the campus in my new Camaro Cover of the Washington Post, Solbiato apparel Ross and Folarin, couple women Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business I'm talking Ambition, I could spell it for you Rev up the Lamborghini, inhale it for you My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure Red Bottom's a stack, there goes a double bidder I can't throw no ones, only tens or better Since Wale met me he only rode a Benz or better Double MG, we millionaires Shawty my bait, she say she never scared [Hook: TCB (Wale)] Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait Who's on my line? Who's on my line? I'm blowing up, these b**hes calling me Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait I snatch your girl if you're slipping She's on my line like I'm fishing I got that (Work, work, work, work, yeah you know I got that work) (I'm why baby mommas leave, I'm why baby fathers Kirk) I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping Double MG not to mention, we got that [Verse 3: Trey Songz] Touching on that a**, tryna get a feel I just had to ask, tell me if it's real I ain't tryna diss you, it's really not an issue If it's fake or if it's real I'mma keep you on my reel, still Bait baby, wait baby Why don't you just get a little taste baby I will never judge, f** a judge, f** a case baby Ooh shawty, you shawty, come and be my new boo shawty Listen, I'm fishing, you b**h n***as is missing I got that [Verse 4: Wale] Yeah you know I got that work, women second, family first Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks Hold up, wait, these Nikes don't got no date It ain't gon' be no back and forth But I do quite well with all the bait That remix flow, Mocco bread, PG though 165 and I'm not surprised, see my flow yuck! My CD gross! Black Ghost, white driver, such an Oreo, I'm thinking out loud In the back seat and it's getting quite loud Point 'em all out, I can sit 'em all down Double MG, what about y'all? These SB's ain't never coming out God Forgive and We Don't Keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd 104, that MLK, know I gotta be Landover out the way And I gotta thank the young boy Alizay We gon' rep the city of Folarin straight, that bait [Hook]