Rick Ross - I Did It For My Dawgz lyrics

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Rick Ross - I Did It For My Dawgz lyrics

[Hook: Rick Ross & French Montana] I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) x8 Oh Lord! [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a j**eler Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter n***a down to do ya, I ain't f**ing with a curl bar Nickel plated ruger have you in a box on Worldstar Duck n***a, duck n***a, duck n***a, duck n***a Where I'm from you're called a f** n***a Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa Courtside sportscenter, I can make you a believer Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it Hundred kilo's in the beemer, boy don't make me get excited Couple milli on the neck like I'm tryna get indicted Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad b**h and a tiger Real n***as, taking over televisions Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes Hot boy, Young boy, still on fire What's a d**h sentence cause we all gotta die [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Sittin' on them M's, mad sh** is gettin realer Ricky's diesel got my hood looking like it's Thriller Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer Just to let my n***as hold on when they rollin, it could k** ‘em And these s**as, I don't feel ‘em I don't even see ‘em I'mma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here If all your j**els fake, how the f** we gon believe ya Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs Everybody ridin' till you sit ‘em in the morgue Started with a Bonne now I'm sittin' in a Porsche With the shooters right behind me sh**, you looking at a boss Rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless Hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin' Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding Ya'll n***as talking, f** is yall retarded? [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] I did it for my dawgs Did it for them n***as with a vision like a boss Did it for them n***as in the kitchen with the salt Now I'm in that white thing, 500 horses for my n***as in the coffin Got price on my head, I'm in a drop top 'rari Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning My dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin' Play with my paper, run up in your offices It's the '012 Ice Cube n***a with the Raider hat A maniac n***a, where the paper at Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit 50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace [Hook] [Verse 4: Ace Hood] Ok I did it for them n***as who they lockin' in them jail cells Go to court they under oath they never tattle tale Tired of countin money b**h I went and bought a scale Homie caught a case I put a quarter on the bail Look my brothers keeper, sleeping with the reaper Rims on the jeep sittin higher than Khalifa Its that black boy sleeves tatted, dreadlocks, f** cops Ridin with the burner turn your shirt into a tank top 20 chains on you would think im in a headlock Everything foreign like I grew up on a spain block n***a, what the f** you talkin bout Broward county n***a did it for the whole block [Hook] [Verse 5: Jadakiss] Yo, watch who you drinking with Watch who you smoking with 1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash) If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it And I know tomorrow ain't promised but I hope it is Love to get acquanted with you Stay and tear the jail up Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up Get them thangs off so I haven't put the scales up Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt Yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt The dough got ‘em bringing in the broads Obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord If there's money on ya head what you think is the reward? I ain't do it for myself, you know who I did it for? [Hook]