Rick Ross - HNIC lyrics

[Hook: T-Pain] See I'm that head n***a in charge Leave you dead in your garage Y'all n***as scared, you seein' dreads and camouflage Don't get me f**ed up, all these n***as call me sarge It'll be like wham, bam, thank you ma'am I'm that head n***a in charge I get paper, I got goons, I got hoes I ain't hatin, you get money I'm that head n***a in charge You ain't bout it what you f**in' with me for It'll be like wham, bam, thank you ma'am I'm that head n***a in charge [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I just won me a kilo My n***as speakin' in Creole They call me the chef You know I fry like grill Started learnin the ropes Sweatsuits and the Locs Homie taught me to whip So he made us a toast They speak my name like a myth Went and got me a Ghost Picked him up in the suite They gave my n***a the most They be hard on real n***as Gotta stay on my toes They be watchin' my twitter Gotta watch what I post Cowards all by the k**ers Wrong one to approach What you spent on your video That went on the coat Spend a million with Jacob Another several with Johnny I mean look at my Bezel We got it lookin' Versace [Hook] [Verse 2: Master P] Cookin' yams in the morning Tell the streets that we back See I f** with you pussies But I don't f** with you rats Thirteen when I cop it 26 when I drop it n***a call me James Harden Like I played with the Rockets 36 O-Z's Watch I whip it to fifty Don't talk on the android Cause the feds be listenin' I got million dollar connects In my minute I touch Have tons of that raw False bottom in the trucks Brought that brand new blues And I'm balled up n***a I'm that country boy Sellin' fiends walnuts And supermodels be mysidepiece I made more money than your favorite rapper b**h when I was on the streets No Limit [Hook] [Outro: Master P] Uh Huh Check it out k**er I'll show you how to get money, get paper I'm like instant grits, just add water