Rick Ross - She Will (Original) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I tell her "now gon' pop that p**y for a real n***a" I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her n***as is jealous, but really I could care less I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet Devil on my shoulder, the Lord is my witness So on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgiveness What goes around comes around like a hoola hoop Karma is a b**h? Well just make sure that b**h is beautiful Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet I tried to pay attention but attention paid me Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap I rock to the beat of my drum set I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet But I'm, Ray Charles to the bullsh** Now jump up on that dick and do a full split! [Hook: Drake] She just started to pop it for a n***a and looked back, told me baby it's real And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but sh**, then again, maybe she will Do it for the realest n***as in the f**ing game right now, she will Do it for the realest n***as in the f**ing game right now, she will Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will Do it for the realest n***as in the f**ing game right now, she will [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I tell her "go on! Pop that p**y for me" Haters can't see me but b**hes still looking for me And you could take it to the bank and deposit that Put your two cents in and get a dollar back Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack I'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels back I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine Eat her til she cry, call that "wine and dine" Try to check me and I'mma have em checkin pulses They say "choose wisely" that's why I was chosen Rocking like the asphalt, it's the cash's fault Looked in the face of d**h and took it's mask off Now I like my house big and my gra** soft I like my girl's face South and her a** North But I'm Ray Charles to that bullsh** Now hop up on that dick and do a full split! [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Pandemonium, she cause that Toss it up, and I stuff 'em where her draws at That's on everything like feets that's on my floor mats Red bottoms, spikes on 'em, that's dos stacks Speakin' Spanish while she tannin', body no fat Shawty body body got me on my 4th stack Pink champagne, order Moët Rollin' airplanes, where I land at? I levitate over numbers you n***as never make The Columbians callin', I tell 'em "perate" Every summer I celebrate with a new estate Let's get the f** out this club, call it the great escape She wrap her lips 'round a n***a, just like a chinchilla Crap table Bellagio, I'm a big tipper My life a stage I need her just to stand on it Every time she look back, I toss a band on it [Hook]