Lavish - Ric Flair lyrics

[Intro: Ric Flair] Whoo! That's who's standing here today! The World's Heavyweight Champion Only one, and you're looking-- Oh knows I can't stand it Now I gotta talk, we all gotta be quiet Nikita Koloff, we've only just begun [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Boy floatin' down sh**'s creek Who gon' need the paddle when the sh**'s deep We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak (Gunshots) Don't f** wit me Boy floatin' down sh**'s creek Who gon' need the paddle when the sh**'s deep We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak I just want it all, I just want it all Even when I'm knowing that ain't sh** to you I just pray to God, I just pray to God Oh lord, you done made my wrist weak Jumpman, you could call me Air Jordan Pullin' out the lot like I'm Jeff Gordon f**in' Ric Flair on em', pullin' out the chamber like a shareholder I just got some muthaf**in', puttin' b**hes all up in a landcaster Took a b**h and flew her out to South Beach This is how you put a doll in a sand castle Done know, we dumb blowed I could live without a Magazine cover But shoutout to my n***as from the XXL All I need is, magnum rubbers But f** the competition, let the s** sale [Bridge] Side diss, dog You talkin' bout you f**in my b**h, awh Let's keep it real, I never eat your baby, mom But boy I treat her like a side dish, dawg Don't get it f**ed up [Verse 2] Last time, I ain't had time for it But today I got time for it n***a dressin' up in Tom Ford Just to get that (clap, clap) like my dogs tryna encore Oh my God, you a hater, n***a, on my mom And no lie, I be on my job A lot of n***as be jammed when they talkin' but they don't want drama We a different kinda sinister Rollie presidential but the prime minister n***as got a chopper and a nine milliter Liu Kang n***as I could fly finish em', whooo [Hook] Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair n***a Ric Flair, the money long like my b**h hair [Interlude: Rory Trustory] All these b**hes should know All these n***as should know All these b**hes should know All these n***as sh**, done known [Verse 3] I'm sorry n***a you forced it f** it, just say you love it and forfeit All my brothers going corporate, I see us #1 on this Forbes' list My closet still covered in Jordan's Still thuggin', still ruggin', n***as still can't f**in' afford this Bout to pay the lawyers off for my n***a Kellz We still talking like they're cell phones in his cell I touchdown just like its NFL, then I'm in a SSL Then I'm in a shawty named Vanessa cell I'm pullin' off the SLS sippin' VSOP It got me stressed, and yes I'm callin' up the SOD's Abbreviation talk, bang bang hate to talk We pull up in matchin' cars cause we hate to walk With more problems always coming from this dope sh** Oh sh**, want to stop your whole cash flow sh** Put your feelings in the air, n***as wanna hold sh** Oh sh**, hate the man the "open the door" sh** I'm only f**in' wit my n***a Sasha A lot of n***as is some rich impostors Thick woman whippin pasta plus sippin' vodka Never f** the money up don't think this sh** was flocka Back when play was playback, you knew the kid from way back We Maybach major, I got aggressive and lay back haters But n***as ain't really ain't got nothing against me They just hate that paper, well, grat grat, take that hater I think it's clear I hate the plateaus, and the platform I bring it back like the Afros, ain't no platforms And plus the plaque here, that's the young here I'm ballin' like AND1 here, I'm offstage a bunch of white b**hes yellin' f** yeah This for the n***as with no ambitions This for the b**hes with heart intentions and your commitments You know we old school since 02 with the pro-tools We would scroll through, fresh n***as bustin' dope moves Look, I heard you tellin' lies sh** was funny These n***as disrespect the kid I get they b**h to f** me If she miss out on f**in' me, that b**h gon miss the money just to love me I treat you n***as like some distant cousins Don't give a f** who make the XXL cover f** the competition with some XXL rubbers Heard them birds chirpin' they some next Nextel brothers n***as try to hate I had to check check tail brothers Ya'll know, I'm so original like old school and Nike checks I f** the game up then I f** your wifey next I'm so serial, I eat these n***as up for cereal I'm talkin' life, checks n***a you don't understand boy We can go O for O, ho for ho, check for check Dawg, we can go bad b**h, s*ut, head, neck for neck n***a, we ain't never gonna be neck to neck, dawg