Styles P - B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast) lyrics

[Produced by Lex Luger] [Hook: Rick Ross] I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start [Verse 1: Rick Ross] My Rolls Royce triple black, I'm geechee ho Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meech ho Rozay, that's my nickname Cocaine runnin' in my big vein Self made, you just affiliated I build it ground up, you bought it renovated Talkin' plenty capers nothin's been authenticated Funny you claimin' the same b**h that I'm penetratin' Hold the bottles up, where my comrades? Where the f**in' felons? Where my dogs at? I got that Archie Bunker And it's so white, I just might charge you double [Hook: Rick Ross] I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start [Verse 2: Rick Ross] These mutherf**ers mad that I'm icy Stunt so hard make them come and indict me I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece It's an Audemars, hundred racks at least Look at yourself, now look at me You can't see a n***a, I'm what you used to be Look at it this way, you n***as sideways Always gettin' money my n***a, crime pays So f** a n***a, I'm self made You a s**er n***a, I'm self-paid This for my broke n***as, this for my rich n***as Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n***a [Hook: Rick Ross] I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start [Verse 3: Styles P] The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram Blunt tip, orange like caviar Wildin' out, fishtailin' Subaru rally car Out the pa**enger, lettin' the automatty off A egg of that girl I'll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off f** around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off Four shooters buggin' out, blickin' at ya Caddy doors Did I mention guns from Red Dead Redemption Nine mils, fifty clip extensions Coke is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it [Hook: Rick Ross] I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**in' start