Rick Ross - Supreme lyrics

[Intro] I just left the New United States, emba**y Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms I saw 30 b**hes and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house4 [Rick Ross] Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call this the Iluminati Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry That's what the extensive for I'mma tell you never be with them Nah, I'm just f**in' with you Aye, Scott, I'm just f**in' with you, baby Yo [Verse 1] Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with j**lers My new b**h out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride 300 horses in this b**h, need a jockey inside False floors for firearms is how you should ride Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived My deal with Def Jam just set me for life Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind [Hook] Tell me it's real Tell me this is real, baby How does it feel? How does it feel? [Verse 2] [?] Liberace on riches and b**h Charm ciy boys get a whole city of brick Through the wire we wetting n***as, set the sh** on fire My b**h smiling I wanna bet, now we on fishing isle Peddle mari- with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper Made a k**ing on my [?] every shooter My n***as, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang Caught them slipping, gave them a pa** throwing pistols at surviving gang Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em Letting young boys (brrrrat) on 'em Facts, never find me with the fake look Trapping little Davis, b**h, just take me to the cakebook Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look You cheating on me, hitting homie, n***a, Facebook She hitting on me than a motherf**ing Facebook [Hook] Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel? [Verse 3] Clean-made diaper, you filthy as sh** They partitioning for the women, how busy we get From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home He never told and he never used the telephone He on swole and that n***a need a telephone In a Range Rover and a real n***a got it for him [Hook] You wanna know how does it feel I know, I bet it must feel so real Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel to be so real= [Outro] You know when hanging with billion dollar n***as One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar b**hes I just met a b**h who never gets jetlag I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag You underdig that