Rick Ross - Ali Bomaye lyrics

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Rick Ross - Ali Bomaye lyrics

[Intro: Game] Get my people out them chains n***a I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? f** you sayin' bruh Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom Or is it cause my windows tinted? Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it You mad cause your daughter f** with me on spring break Well, I'mma f** her 'til the springs break [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Yeah, roll another one cause I’m winnin In my four door looking real photogenic Gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire I’m in a cla** of my own, my teacher got fired Money getting long, p**y rate keep rising Versace outfit cost me 3,000 From the P houses, did it from the wee hours Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour First you get the power, then you get respect I’m getting so much money I can buy ya b**h Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women working naked Fell in love with a waitress what the f** I’m thinking Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky Uhn, that’s pimpin’ that’s slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent [Verse 2: Game] f** y'all mad at me for Got a black card, and a black phantom With a white b**h in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick b**h in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) [Hook 1: Game] Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case [Verse 3: Game] f** y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders And my AR see murders, that's beef n***a no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, n***a better turn on them burners Got coke swimming in that gla** jar, b**h go turn on them burners Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail You a b**h n***a, no female, I smack n***as, Sprewell I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12 Like a little n***a in Africa, I was born toting that K And that's real sh**, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye But they yellin'... [Hook 2: Game] Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a n***a seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle f** it let 'em spray [Verse 4: Rick Ross] I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself Run to n***as for help, favors I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf n***as tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all On the road to the riches, b**hes not tagging along [Verse 5: Game] ..Unless it's a** in a thong, hit that a** and I'm gone Disrespect my n***a Boss and I'm flashing the chrome I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac Extendos in the back, gonna lap Got a b**h that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? f** with him, I'll break a skateboard on a n***a back 2 Chainz! [Verse 6: 2 Chainz] Skateboard on a n***a track No lie, No Lie already got a plaque Mama got a house, daughter got accounts Just to think a n***a like me started with a ounce Bad b**hes and D-boys, we bring 'em out If them n***as p**y, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence If you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence [Verse 7: Game] ...For presidents Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent Riding through the jungles in that muthaf**in' elephant That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!) You know I got that work on the foreman grill Weigh the muthaf**as in, made another mill' Got a n***a feeling like Ca**ius Clay Thrilla in Manilla, n***a want it whip his a** today [Hook 2]