Rick Ross - Peel Money Fast lyrics

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Rick Ross - Peel Money Fast lyrics

Uh, uh We blowin' money fast on this side, n***a Catch you up, n***a [Chorus] I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**ing start I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation under God Real n***as gettin' money from the f**ing start My Rolls Royce triple black I'm geechy, ho Balling in the club, bottles like I'm meechy, ho Rose, that's my nickname Cocaine runnin' in my big vein Self-made, you just affiliated I built it ground up, you bought it renovated Talking plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated Funny you claimin' the same b**h that I'm penetratin' Hold the bottles up, where my comrades? Where the f**ing felons, where my dogs at? I got that Archie Bunker And it's so white I just might charge ya double [Chorus] These motherf**ers mad that I'm icy Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time piece It's an Audemar, hundred racks at least Look at yourself, now look at me You can't see a n***a, I'm what you used to be Look at it this way, you n***as sideways Always getting money, my n***a crime pays So f** a n***a, I'm self-made You a s**a n***a, I'm self-paid This for my broke n***as, this for my rich n***as Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n***a [Chorus] The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram Blunt tip, orange like Caviar Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru Rally car Out the pa**enger, lettin' the automatty off A egg of that girl'll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off f** around and knock the emblem on the caddy off Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at ya caddy doors Did I mention, guns from Red Dead Redemption Nine mils, fifty clip extensions? Hope is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it [Chorus]