Rick Ross - You Know I Got It (Reprise) lyrics

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Rick Ross - You Know I Got It (Reprise) lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C sample] {"M-M-M-M"} "A little over a year ago I was in bondage and now I'm back out here, reapin' the blessings and gettin' the benefits that go along with it Everything that's out here for kings like us. The reason why we like this, this j**elry and this diamonds and stuff They don't understand is, because we really from Africa {"M-M-M-M"} and that's where all this stuff come from. And we originated from kings, you know what I'm sayin'? So don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things. It's in our genes, know what I'm sayin'? We just don't all know our history so.. peace to the Midwest. Keep it P-I, you know what I'm sayin'?" I'mma just keep you up on this pimp sh**, see what I'm sayin'? {"M-M-M-M"} I just landed in Europe, n***a Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, n***a Money talk I speak fluent, n***a Reeboks on, I just do it, n***a Look at me, I'm pure n***a I bet the hoes on my tour, n***a I don't bop, I do the money dance My b**h whip cost a hundred grand Red vert, you see me slide Sexy b**h I hope she 'bout it Sexy b**h I know she 'bout it f** with me, you know I got it [Chorus 2X:] f** with me, you know I got it f** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**h I hope she 'bout it Come f** with me, you know I got it My smoke thick, my j**els gold My shoes new, these hoes chose My pistol works, my looks k** b**h text me, her rent here Unfortunately I'm a pimp, baby Couldn't care less 'bout your rent, lady I got a chopper that's a bit crazy Balenciaga boots, I'm in the Bent faded Peelin' paper like a bank teller Me and Hova in the bank, hella Paper cuts until you hate, cheddar I take that back cause I am straight, cheddar! [Chorus] 40 racks, front, pocket I bet 40 racks them folks, watchin' I bet 40 racks them hoes, want me I got 40 racks, these hoes, on me 40 rounds, that thang, on me f** around, my bang, on me Cell phone got 40 hoes A-game give me 40 more Her number keep on poppin' up She came through, the topic was to top me up Top down in my white Corniche Ever see these Hermès seats? [Chorus] I'm ridin' big comin' down that beach Geechi n***a with satin sheets Bad b**h, she a MASTERPIECE~!! Got a bad b**h, she a masterpiece {M-M-Maybach Music}