Rick Ross - Hold Me Back (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Hold Me Back (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Untouchable empire: double MG Rich, young n***as you hear me? (yeah) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I swerve in my Porsche, I cruise in my Chevy Her p**y deep as my voice, my Cuban links heavy I just bought out the bar, got these b**hes so thirst Entertainment for women, my n***as ride for a verse I'm hustling global, I stunt like a champ All these boy scouts soldiers, f** you and your camp Got on all of my j**els, don't fall for the trap I got one of my fools, he don't listen to rap But he listen to me, so listen to me When you listen to me, I get you this in a week Put a hater to sleep, the sky's the limit I got R. Kelly money, when Fiesta was winning I got my back to the wall, can I handle my business? And I'm ready for war, n***as k**ing for pennies See my focus was M's, my chances were slim Counting multiple millions, we should get this on film When you lean on the state, then you label the rat On my feet so long, I won't f** on my back (Rah) [Hook: Rick Ross] These haters can't hold me back These haters can't hold me back These haters can't hold me back These haters can't hold me back These haters can't hold me back These haters can't hold me back These haters can't hold me back These haters can't hold me back No! [Verse 2: Gunplay] These n***as want to hold me back, these hoes want to hold me down Jail cells want to hold me in, my bond paid who finna hold me now? I'm tap toes on my square, till they flip the switch on my chair These n***as be fake as f**, but this official right here Black Cadillac, scrap back could handle that Baka fa fly fly, till that barrel melt like candle wax Drop a sack: Geronimo, I ain't counting; gotta go Everywhere that dollar go, put more gold on my collar bone You say you're thuggin', you say you're real You say you're gangsta', so call Slide up with that oak out, everybody like, "Oh God!" Cut the deck, deal it out Bet I'll pull your ho card sh** real, oh yah Thought it was a joke, huh? [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] These dummies can't hold me back, these hoes can't hold me back 3 banks can't hold these stacks, pin them hoes like goldie mack Smoke till I vanish, I got rich like I planned it If there's a price on your head, on your roof, choppers we land it I used to play on that block, dark liquor and candles Now you look in my lot, rose Ferraris and Lambos Talkin South Bronx: Al Qaeda, Rozay, Meek Mill, Wale Blow mills like a ball player, Magic to Bird, Isiah Shorty trying to kick it, looking for that meal ticket Diamonds splashin' goin flip it, on that Juicy J they trip it I done came up off lick? boy, got you on a list, boy Your life on my wrist, boy, n***as need a fix, boy [Hook] [Verse 4: Yo Gotti] These n***as trying to hold me back, these n***as trying to bake me in These n***as ain't putting in work, these n***as gotta hate to win Us n***as don't play no games, my n***as gonna shoot them thangs Real life in that 901, real n***as we don't mess with lames 305 all about that life, million dollars I spent that twice Dope boy yea that my life, crack kids I spit that white These n***as tryna study my grind, these n***as wanna see me shine These n***as wanna take my spot, f** boy you done had your time These n***as act just like hoes, these n***as ain't got no heart These n***as ain't fly like us, million dollars in my garage 2 million house on the list, 5 million in real estate Green slips in them D's boy, that maybach right on the way [Hook] [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Turk came home, BG in the feds Your ho on my list, it's longer than Craig's My b**h got cramps, she on the edge Ball on these n***as, like I cut off my dreads Ok I'm so so so me, like needle and thread Hit your a** with the chopper, all it leave is your legs My cousin fighting a case, I hope he beat it like eggs You n***as thinkin' you fly, that flight delayed And then I look at my b**h, I tell her wake up She sleep bu*t naked, I sleep in my truks I smoke when I f**, I f** when I want Between her legs, five star restaurant Man my life is a p**n, leave your head on your horn You n***as honey dijon, my weed loud as alarms I'm on the beach n***a, where the hoes be at Got street n***as to hold that gat, them n***as goin hold me down And these n***as can't hold me back (Tunechi) [Hook x2]