Rick Ross - I got lyrics

"A little over a year ago I was in bondage And now I'm back out here Reaping the blessings and getting the benefits that go along with Everything that's out here for kings like us The reason why we like this, this j**elry and this diamonds and stuff They don't understand is, because we really from Africa And that's where all this stuff come from And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying so? Don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things It's in our genes, know what I'm saying? We just don't all know our history, so peace to the Midwest Keep it P-I, you know what I'm saying?" (I'm a just keep you up on this pimp s***, see what I'm saying?) I just landed in Europe, n**** Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, n**** Money talk I speak fluent, n**** Reeboks on, I just do it, n**** Look at me, I'm pure n**** I bet the hoes on my tour, n**** I don't bop, I do the money dance My b**** whip cost a hundred grand Red vert, you see me slide Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Sexy b**** I know she 'bout it F*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it My smoke thick, my j**els gold My shoes new, these hoes chose My pistol work, my looks k** B**** text me, her rent here Unfortunately I'm a pimp, baby Couldn't care less 'bout your rent, lady I got a chopper that's a bit crazy Balenciaga boots, I'm in the Bent faded Peelin' paper like a bank teller Me and Hova in the bank, hella Paper cuts until you hate cheddar I take that back cause I am straight cheddar F*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it 40 Racks, front pocket I bet 40 racks them folks watchin' I bet 40 racks them hoes want me I got 40 racks, these hoes on me 40 Rounds, that thang on me F*** around, my thang on me Cell phone got 40 hoes A-game give me 40 more Her number keep on poppin' up She came through, the topic was to top me up Top down in my white Corniche Ever see these Hermès seats? F*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it I'm ridin' big comin' down that beach Geechi n**** with satin sheets Bad b****, she a masterpiece Got a bad b****, she a masterpiece