Rick Ross - Presidential lyrics

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Rick Ross - Presidential lyrics

Get Money! Get Money! [Intro: Elijah] Girl I think you're special Strictly presidential [Verse 1: Ross] You know the crib on the water now The Maybach stay watered down Project n***as giving orders now The gold presidential just to sport around I'm from the era of fitted caps and rental cars Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling Happy Hanukkah n***a, it's a wonderful feeling Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me dap Lyor like how I move, Warner right in my lap I made a few mils, ain't mentioning Meek Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released b**hes, they keep coming, Billie Jean thumping I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning I ain't missing nothing, got her sipping something I could ship her something, you know that December coming [Hook: Elijah] Girls and green is all you need When you're a star baby, a star babe We all dream of royalty But that's who we are baby All I ever need is girls and green [Verse 2: Ross] They see me leaning in some new sh** Now it's gold presidentials for the crew sh** Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship I'm a boss have you a** on a news clip She a dime but she gotta be a cool b**h Pony tail, red nails, still in school b**h Needed some cash so she asked me could she move sh** Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish I was skipping the cla**es, but I got me a master I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest Fishscale made me major profit margins I'm a profit stuffing my pockets, you n***as starving Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm with this pretty b**h 80 grand, rubber band for some silly sh** She on that Alexander Wang Gold presidential Venus when I change the game [Hook] [Verse 3: Ross] She wanna roll with a winner now So I let her roll with the windows down My n***a's up the road come and get it now 60-40 no we split it up the middle now Shawty's said the word, I was talking that talk Maybe link up New York, that's awesome as f** I never been in love until I heard a beat She never met a G until she heard of me 3rd floor projects, feel my point of view Everything is number 2, that's when it come to you Isabel Marant sneakers 'til the summer through f** you on a yacht is what I wanna do Baby girl got that wet wet I repeat: wet wet I'm the boss and I'm on that White T, gold Rolex [Hook] Her shoe game remarkable I feel solely responsible I feel solely responsible