Rick Ross - WE OFF THAT lyrics

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Rick Ross - WE OFF THAT lyrics

[Introduction] You either die a hero Or live long enough to watch yourself become the villain Mad Decent will blow your head [Lil Jon] Yeah, let's do it [C. Will] MC Real checkin' in Heroes+Villains Play me something ignorant [Waka Flocka] Hit 'em with the choppa Call me Waka Flocka [C. Will] You n***as ain't ready for this sh** This real sh** We goin' all in [Diddy - "O Let's Do It"] I got my billions up, f**in' with them white folks Now I don't give a f**, cause I'm richer than them white folks Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and land my jet I'm hustlin out of Harlem, Paulie Castellano b**h, I am a problem, I just bought the Delano Pimpin in my convo, b**hes come in combos Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo I don't f** with fake hoes, all I touch is J-Lo's All I drink is my sh**, Ciroc by the case load Movies is my next sh**, two mil on my necklace Bad Boy, 80 million motherf**in' records [Rick Ross - "O Let's Do It"] I f**ed my money up, I bought another Rolls Royce To pick my homies up, my top back like Po Boy Step yo' game up, you ridin' n***a, hold on I switched the game up, one stack that's for the whole zone That's thirty-six a kilo, b**h, I think I'm Nino b**h, I think I'm Scarface, b**h, I'm Al Pacino Flippin my lil' C-notes, painted my new Benzo Took my b**h to Red Lobster, I can't feed no friends, though b**h, I'm on my high horse, j**els I rock I die for Cause that sh** that I bought, shoot yo' a** that's my fault b**h, I'm on this asphalt, money makin' be the thing b**h, I'm on my last straw, them choppers always do the thing [Hook 1 - Waka Flocka] Yeah O, let's do it Hey, o, let's do it Hey, o, let's do it Yeah Drug dealin' music Hey, I influence Hey, I influence [C. Will] This the type of sh** that make you wanna eat your young Cobra [Waka Flocka Flame - "O Let's Do It"] I f**ed my money up Now I can't re-up Ran up in his spot Just to get my stacks up Now I'm back on deck So shawty, what the f** you want Heard he talkin' sh** But this ain't what the f** he want Lock my CEO up, now it's back to coka n***as talkin' sh** brah, hang 'em by the rope-a Hit 'em wit the choppa, call that sh** hot llama Call me Waka Flocka, AKA Young Wild n***a AKA Young Drug Dealer Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white In the trap all night, with the hard and soft Stacks on the flo', watch {?} boy whip it Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right So Icey, Brick Boys, got it all night These lame a** n***as ain't got no fight Kick in my door, we gon' shoot out all night [Gucci Mane - "O Let's Do It"] Yeah Brr, brr, Gucci I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so g'd up I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up Haters sendin threats, like they want beef but dey know dey don't Meet Flocka at the dealership, I told him get what the f** you want They locked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder Now n***as claiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of [C. Will] Half my whole staff been to jail this year Shouts out to Right Street Daddy Two Time Proski [Gucci Mane - "O Let's Do It"] Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters You heard Gucci was locked up, but that was just a rumor Got purp, got pills, got lean, [plus I got powder for you snorters You wanna find me, I-20 to East Atlanta, Georgia I send my female shooters, that rock-a-bye baby 1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs [Hook 1] [C. Will] Shouts out to all the girls dancing on the tables Bring me four more bottles in this b**h Champagne everywhere sh** ain't a rainstorm This is a motherf**ing monsoon [Hook 2 - Roscoe Dash - "Show Out"] Everywhere I go I Dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Everywhere I go I Dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow [C. Will] You see us all Gucci ? All black everything All black this, all black that Whole crew, black everything EAV, where y'all at All the ?, all the Duponts This some Atlanta sh** From the trenches to the burbs We got this sh** on lock Everywhere, Fourth Ward, Boulevard Riverstown Anywhere you might get shoutout That's us [Roscoe Dash - "Show Out"] I got lots of gwalla, I spend it I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money never ending Pockets on swole just like Popeye on his spinach Like Roscoe why you grind so hard I'm like, I'm tryna get it And that's just how I do it, hit the mall with 'bout 10 stacks But you know that I blew it Hit the club and threw it That's just how we do it V.I.P. with M.M.I., you know we gon' be stupid You know I make it rain ho Goosey by the bottle, blowin' fruity like a mango Gone and catch this change ho, yeah we in this thang ho It's R-O-S-C-O-E Dash, I'm headed for the fame ho [Hook 2] [Roscoe Dash - "Show Out"] Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out Inhale the kush, then I blow out SS Camero b**h, watch me as I go out Back to the crib with you girl and I go out We don't even go out, all she do is ho out I don't even know her and I f**ed her, what you know 'bout that See all she know is Roscoe got them racks Now my meat's between her buns like a f**in' Big Mac And everytime she place her order, I be there to deport her I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter Shawty bad, she expensive So you prolly couldn't afford er But every time I see her it's crunch time, like we in the fourth quarter, and I'm gone [Hook 2] [C. Will] Me, ? Sittin' out on a beach right now With a McDonald's bag full of 20 dollar bills Throwin' 'em at each other Cause we just livin' that rifle Y'all n***a hate itm but we love it Keep hatin' Have you seen our hair These n***as got a bag of Purell in the booth Trash bags of Purell That's all we keep on the deck You don't never know when you got a dump a n***a out And clean a n***a up If you ain't racin' in your whip right now k** yourself Let's go [Lil Jon] Hey, it's your boy Lil Jon Gettin' it crunk with the Heroes+Villains [C. Will] Shouts out to everybody still wearin' white T-shirts and baggy pants We make music for y'all We make music for the tall Ts All them pop a** clubs y'all be tryin' to go to We off that This straight for the trenches No bottle service f** that hipster sh** [Gucci Mane - "Lemonade"] [Hook 3 - "Lemonade"] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts Lemonade in shade with my feet up Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemons in their face, watch em freeze up [Gucci Mane - "Lemonade"] My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my job Your Cutla** motor knocking because it is a lemon I like them Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter b**hes I'm not f**ing with 'em I'm truly stupid paid, that's just how I feel today I'm moving slow cause codiene syrup's in my lemonade I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade Six hundred a pint, the going rate off in the A Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday I'm pimping wearing lemon, that's just how I'm chilling I'm smoking grits and selling chickens Corvette painted lemons Gucci [Hook 3] [C. Will] Daniel Disaster do it so hard He got a soundproof room made out of fur sh** like being inside a werewolf Shouts out to Blackberry Caesar BBMing, always Shouts out to Triple A Yeah, he made that Ty Jones, East Atlanta Yeti What up [Gucci Mane] I got lemonade and lemon-tint Lemons, watch me mix the sh** Lemonade-complexion East-Australian girl be k**ing me She say I be k**ing her I say I be feeling it Four days then I'm sick of her, cause her brain is lemonhead Cocaine-white exterior, interior lemonade Yellow with the off-white trimming I call that the super drank Yellow diamond pinky ring, call that there the lemon rock Jewelry box a lemon bin My earring size of apricot Yeah I smoke that strong a lot Yeah I need some of what you got Half a pound of lemon kush Call that pack the lemon drop Canary yellow lemon watch Big bird, yellow top Yellow Polo, Polo slippers, white and yellow Polo socks Gucci Mane be pumping dog He don't got all he say he got Just stash one Lemon homie I can supply them the fifty Glocks Yellow boat parked at the dock Yellowbone gon' make the drop Flip the flop, mine off the top Then go buy me a yellow yacht [Hook 3] [C. Will] Everybody holdin' red cups right now Bumpin' this sh** at a barbeque We on that If you wearin' some Crocs or some khaki shorts right now You need to get off that If you got a ski mask on And you drivin' in a car with three windows and four doors We on that Shouts out to everybody who ride bicycles to the club Then walk home [Gucci Mane - "Lemonade"] Lemonade my townhouse in Miami, I want yellow carpet Woke up in the morning f**ing bought a yellow Aston Martin Yellow bricks, yellow dust, yellow ring, yellow tuss Yellow pills, spinning wheels, yellow weed, re-up with us Coward a** n***a, yellow stripe, you a yellowback AK hit your dog, and you can't bring Old Yeller back Yep Gucci bang up eighty thousand, that's a yellow safe Yellow homes, mellow homes, you know you a scary-cat No sleep for two days, so my pupils look yellow Five flights, six shows, quarter million on my schedule Bangladesh and Gucci Mane, n***as know they in trouble Green ice, red light, caution, Gucci rock yellow [Hook 3] [C. Will] Daniel Disaster just came in here With some fur boots and a headband Talkin' 'bout let's turn this up [Hook 4 - Roscoe Dash - "All The Way Turnt Up"] All the way turnt up [Roscoe Dash - "All The Way Turnt Up"] DJ turn me up, crank it to the max I got lots of gwalla, I be blowing stacks Polo on my hat, shoes and shirt that match I be so turnt up, I be swagging to the max If you get it in, and you gettin' dough Gon' pop a bottle, this right here your song Purple by the zone, you can smell it on my clothes And it went up in my swisher, 'bout to take one to the dome I'm gone, in another zone I be riding on the engine, with the woofers goin' strong They like, what is goin' on I don't really know Then I roll down all my windows, and I crank this sh** some mo' [Hook 4] [C. Will] If you haven't done seen a color in the past two years We on that All you technicolor time machine electric boogaloo motherf**ers We off that [Soulja Boy - "All The Way Turnt Up"] Hopped up out the bed, what's happenin' Soulja Boy tell 'em, they can't turn up to my level man Yeah, money on the table All up in Mexico, gettin' to the pesos Whoa, check out the gear If gettin' money was a sport, I'm MVP every year We get' money over here They must not know where I'm from Yo girl spinnin' on my dick just like a CD-ROM Turnt uuppp Turn up 'til you can't turn no' mo' Burn up 'til you can't burn no' mo' Rock my chain er'where I go Smoke 'til you can't smoke no' mo' Choke 'til you can't choke no' mo Work 'til you can't work no' mo' I'm rich I can't go broke no' mo' [Hook 4] [C. Will] You how many damn cellphones are in my pocket right now Cobra Mobile [Roscoe Dash] Turn up All I know is turn up Smoking like a hippie, I swear all I do is burn up All in VIP and they be acting like they know us I'm like free turn up Excuse me while I turn up All these hoes be chosen but I'm turnt up on the hoes They way I turned up on the road Got'em turned up 'round the globe All these n***as mad cause I be pulling all they hoes Once I get 'em to the room They be turnt up out they clothes like And I be goin' ham I don't think these n***as really know just who I am b**h, it's R-O-S-C-O-E Dash And I get lots of cash But for short you call me Mr. Way Too Turnt Up For That Ass [C. Will] All hail the Overthrow Cobra Corps, Dark Rain Heroes+Villains Mad Decent Let's go I swear, they think we like the new age N.W.A Or some bullsh** like that And half the crew ain't even black They just n***as with attitude