Rick Ross - Supreme (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Supreme (Remix) lyrics

[Intro:] First of all, understand that she's a master at what she does And the fact that she's a master of what she does And the fact that she also has a master's degree And is mastered the ins and outs of this business The fact that she's doing all of that and giving me brain at the same time Is just to let you understand Mastermind [Verse 1: Fabolous] Is that your soulmate or your cellmate Do you f** with him or are you stuck with him? What's a real n***a who ain't being real with ya What's a downa** b**h that ain't still (with ya) That's a shame (?) Put your best shades on, look what I became Had to (?) the game in my own shoes I be steppin' over n***as, Tyrone Lou's Oohs From the real, that's the only crowd I hear Smoke kush, drink Ciroc, and I call it loud and clear (?) outer wear, all gold (?) Tom Ford high-tops like you n***as where? Them sh**'s beautiful, what is it? Velvet? I f**ed your b**h Froggy Style, word to Melvin Baby boy sh**, you on some maybe boy sh** Like you got it now, but it maybe your boys sh** Six, seven, Rolls Royces, maybe it's Floyd sh** Your b**h playin' games? I maybe the joy-stick Supreme baller like, that's all I like Straight to the source for the J's, I got all the (?) [Hook: Keith Sweat] Tell me it's real Tell me this is real, baby How does it feel? How does it feel? [Verse 2: Ma$e] I'm rap prominent, rap dominent, rap (?) First cat to take rap across the continent I get ya whacked for a stack, it's a G thing Then throw a rack and a crack it's a G string Cash few hundred, clack, who want it? Bag of blue hundreds, dash 200 Dash 250, endless speed n***a Or you near-sighted? You can't see me n***a I'm a different speed, different league, different breed Hit different hoes so you die from a different disease Dopest of the illest, illest of the dopest (?) a 2 million dollar check infront of my loafers You get to Heaven you go ask Biggie 'bout me Closest thing I'm rich (?) speeding in the Audi Hot tamale, get the hoes hot without the Molly Hoppin' out the 'Rari, bodies in the lobby Llamas like the Dali [Hook: Keith Sweat] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Chickens in the kitchen, b**hes on the terrace Never interference, praying for your parents See me when you see me in the BM every sermon The most beautiful thing is I'm high as (?) Mobb Deep shook ones, know they never think about it Glock 5, G6, take the (?) with the single pilot New money, all I see is blue money In (?) projects new coupe money Pipe dream, (?) shorty ice cream Tip change with the boss, you will like things Top 3, who can top me? Dead or alive, been that n***a, ask Foxxy! I'm in paradise with a pair of dice Let's get this money, mastermind, savage life 50 mil, is it really real? We the hottest n***as, so f** how you feel [Hook: Keith Sweat] [Verse 4: Big KRIT] I came a long way from country bumpkin, now I'm with the foreign Pop top momma, even if it's snowin' Got a bad b**h that love to s** and f** me till I'm snorin' Relate to bank tellers, counting money is never borin' Over lobster, steak, shrimp and pasta on my plate Dash on they a**, never prison on the break I was doin' what it takes just to make a mil But n***as smile more than ever just to show the grill (Invisible set) the set Don't make a n***a have to flex, blow a check Naw motherf**er, that's a threat (Hit the lot) VIPin' with ya broad Ain't no service, where she t**n', make it kinda hard to call We was in it, (my) Beemer whips (No fruits and veggies) she was ready My debonairness gets her the wettest Cause nobody Can do it like I does it Bust a band, pop a trunk, sub thumpin' out in public Is this real? [Hook: Keith Sweat] [Outro:] Black bottles Black bottles Black bottles I need a black model Black bottles