Rick Ross - Connect The Dots lyrics

Yeah, gang Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang Ayy Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that b**h (okay) 32 deep so it don't matter who you get (no way) All my n***as hittin', it don't matter who you with (okay) We gon' whack you if you tellin', it don't matter if you snitch You done told on your homie, you a p**y (you a p**y) In the kitchen with the Pyrex, baking cookies (cookin' work) Every time you see me out, I got it with me (Know I got it) Bending through that Bentley truck, they couldn't miss me Bought his baby mama a Patek, now that n***a wanna k** me (oh man) Yeah, b**h I'm talking fifty If I stand up on my money they can't never overlook me White come straight from cross the border, you can never overcook it This that raw, this that raw, b**h I ball like Chris Paul I switch it to Blake Griffin, they gon' blame that sh** on y'all Homie said that he a blood, we gon' paint that sh** on dog Told my bro to bring his hit, we gon' hang it on the wall All my shooters trained to go, they've been waitin' on my call They've been waitin' on that ring to pull that thing and chop it off To knock you off, brrr Connect the dots Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a p**y and collect his watch When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top Let's talk about the trap, let's talk about the streets (What's up) You looked up to Jordan we looked up to Meech (Meech) Clean a n***a block, leave that b**h bleached (brrr) Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (woah) What type of boss is you, you gave your dawg a draco (draco, draco) Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll (payroll, payroll) Drop Rolls Royce, that's a don n***a (don n***a) I got pocket seats, them b**hes orange, n***a (Hermes) We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum Yeah, hit a bu*ton on that new don and watch it transform (transform) Yeah, you been misinformed Think you can disrespect the king and hate don't come with harm Quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm Milly Rockin' in the kitchen, tryna make it form (f** it up, f** it up) My religion get this money, Christian or Islam And my tradition send the money soon they said it's bond And my lifestyle, don't leave your house without your f**ing gun The goal to leave the hood but not forget where you from Connect the dots Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a p**y and collect his watch When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top All about the timing and I'm feeling so correct Got all these diamonds, b**hes say I seem possessed You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check We always styling so my n***as fresh to d**h No need for wallets, ball that sh** up in my fist Get out the projects, that's the first one on the list (mama) Pack up your bags, mama your lil son is sh** (mama) We impeaching n***as, then we hit them with the bliff Speaking in silence, it's okay to talk in code It's still lil' booty boys, and gotta shout the zoes We one of one therefore I tailor-made the clothes I got the don setted on D's and the lows Still fly commercial but I don't do TV shows f**ing a actress so she gotta play the role You seein' money, what you know, you see the most Versace diners at a Donatella toast Black in a 'Vetty, got IG out, watchin' post They gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce Who you fadin', p**y boy, go get a body bag Renzel records, with your Tina Turner contracts Still war ready, never run with rats Once again, the dope boys running rap Connect the dots Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a p**y and collect his watch When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, ho!