Rick Ross - Umma Do Me (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Umma Do Me (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm a true balla b**h call me melo Seats on da wood at da finals like hello (hello) My money how u doin It's getting jealous cause I keep on addin to it n***as get murder cause dey don't know wat dey doin b**hes get nervous cause she luv jus wat I'm doin Dez n***as lookin cause dis music wat I'm doin Keep ya b**hes cause da riches wat I'm pursuin See da phantom on da 4's, I call em new ones Keep da baddest of da hoes Look at my new ones I get new guns, like T.I.P. do I get bar money Dats wat da bricks do [Hook:] You just do you (and what), umma do me, umma do me, umma do me You just do you (and what), umma do me, umma do me, umma do me Wanna see how it's done? Then watch me do me, watch me do me, watch me do me Wanna see how it's done? Then watch me do me, watch me do me, watch me do me [Verse 2: T.I.] Thesee n***as talking cane, but they pockets clean We spendin money getting money nuttin in between Chasin a hundred mil ain't gon let nuttin intervene Respect da hustle bustas gon do dat by any mean Ay dis I really mean put dis on anything Dey say I start a lot of sh** I say I finish things Jus like sum dental cream I go in n***as mouth And like da limousine I stretch a n***a out Dis ain't watchu want now u betta take a different route I ain't bankhead b**h n***a wat is dis about Use to be bound wen u c me oh we tensin now Ay stop da music listen dude I cum get witcha now But once dem hammaz seen u know it's not a dream We handlin thangs jus like holla mean naw mean You hearin sayin dat about me you hearin sayin it New Orlean n***as in ya face you ain't sayin sh** Money you say u get 30 mil. in six yrs Listen Forbes put me down for 20, dat was dis year And let's get dis clear Jus between you and me Dat apology was fa B.E.T not D.T.P I'm doin me [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] If you ain't talkin bout money you ain't talkin bout sh** You wasn't on da waitin list den u ain't ridin in sh** And if ya watch didn't cost a hundred den you wasted yo time If you think u can do me you out yo mothaf**in mind (let's go) Dis n***a insane Yea a straight fool A half a million dollar car and sum house shoes Call da dealer ships like ya'll trick me Den y da hell u put my engine where my trunk be I'm throwin franklins I don't need 1's Smoke a pound every week like I don't need lungs Buy em whole sales and sale em retails Talkin sea food yea fish scales I said I'm so hot but my house cool So many rooms dat it looks like a high school Speakin of high school I neva pa**ed dat (Nope) Works right hea Now where da cash at [Hook] [Verse 4: Rocko] You wear Reebok, I wear Bally You smoke Michy, I smoke Cali You wear Enyce, but I wear Louie I drop 600 boys on dis guccis You really like her, you might wife her I don't like her, so I one night her You make it sprinkle, I make it tsunami You get chump change, but I get money You like dancing, I just two step You like to trick off, but I don't do dat You don't tote guns, I keep dat tooly Wanna see how it's done? Watch me do me! [Hook]