Rick Ross - Deep in the Game lyrics

[Hook: Rick Ross] Deep in the game, I dun perfected my moves My j**els drip like ice My dogs rich off white (4X) [Verse 1: Fat Trel] I say my wrists all white, rich off white n***a baby mother s**ing dick all night Thirty sixty clip by clip my clique gon roll with the foes (or fours?) Them O's on the stove have my b**h on swole Working with finesse I got success in the Lex But then she got me locked up I can't stop rolling with weps First the body drop and then she showered the specs I'm shaving off the top, I probably chop up ex 84 my kinfolk, NYC got Benning Road Ridin' with that chopper, that's my white b**h from Minnesota I'm high, my price low, All State like Geico Raw dog your household Hog tied, like so [Hook] [Verse 2: Fat Trel] Take a n***as life like it's alright like it was right Had this quarter back to pack, grip it tight that's bout the white We're polite, you can't shop with me unless you shop with twight And my lawyer is magnificent, I beat the charges twice What you like If I want your b**h I take her home tonight Make her s** on this Ciroc, heard the p**y some slice Then it's right, I just turn and fly away like the kite Bring her back to bat cave, and I bet she take the flight Right left wrist working different with the ice I just hurt the n***a eye, told that b**h turn on the light That's aight every now and then she like to f** a dike Then she bring it straight to me, I just bench her to the right Like "what you like?" [Hook]