Rick Ross - Hard in the Paint (Freestyle) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Hard in the Paint (Freestyle) lyrics

Intro: Shout out to all my real n***as who run wild Ain't nothing changed But the rarri, the lambo, the bentley, the maybach, the phantom, the aston, the Spyker!! Seven trey, seven duece, the seven one, the seven fours [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I go hard in the mothaf**in paint n***a Touch eight figures stuff in the bank n***a uh Order Twenty bottles of the Rozay (ROOOZZAAAYYYY) f** first week b**h I ordered more weight (whoooo) To these n***as I'm a mothaf**in problem Hang with the bloods all the crips all the robbers See Gucci that's my mothaf**in n***a Twenty racks on it, b**h you f**in with a k**er (whooooo) I can't hang with no p**y a** n***a Thousand carats in the chain, quarter milli for it n***a You think I give a f** what other n***as think Make another million everytime a n***a blink (whoooo) I'm rolling up the purple and I'm sippen pink Champagne drown a b**h till she gotta pee She only get to ride unless she keep it wet You looking at a gangsta in disguise you just ain't seen it yet Call up bee's and beevis cuz she bu*t heads She know I'm busy I don't need nothing but head And I'm paying top dollars Chain so big can't pop my collar Pop one pill make a n***a spend a grand Pop two pills make a n***a wanna dance Pop my trunk, pop me a n***a Just last night I had a dream I shot me a n***a Pop my trunk ima pop me a ______ Just last night I had a dream I shot me a n***a