Rick Ross - Gunplay lyrics

I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds A lot of talk on the streets like a n***a crossin' me Well, that's somethin' I gotta see Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face Tellin' lies, getting n***as wives tied up and raped Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap All you n***as gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah, they want a n***a dead, they envy my success To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin' Hundred rounds in da drum n***as gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft n***as snitchin', I know b**hes who clippin' your dick off I'ma boss champagne with the steak Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case Brisco line, 2 young n***as, what it do He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through That's love, we go back to the blue house And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house My Maserati be da new body Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party I got her sleepin' in the king size Last night I had tha b**h sittin' ring side You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying My n***a so street, my swisha so sweet All this money on the table, how a n***a gon' sleep Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor b**bi Boys steal, b**bi Boy's real You can name a lot of lames that the b**bi Boys k**ed Brisco line to young n***a, what it do Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through That's love, we go back to da blue house And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying n***a how I'm livin', damn near dying For every digit I get, f** they know 'bout that I aint never put sh** on the line, just sh** in they rhyme I shoot a n***a sh** on a rhyme Wanna bet n***a, you ain't a threat n***a Never seen a laptop in da projects n***a Just powder, cut with comet, f** them comics Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it Then don't get a n***a fired up behind sum f** sh**, ma n***a don't want this Who dat, who dat behind the curtain I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz n***as Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury I see 'em shootin' up all that f** sh** It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line Said he got a couple nuns, I told him Grab two koo, bring 'em on through You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying