Rick Ross - Rick Ross - Stay Schemin' ft. Drake et French Montana (French Version) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Rick Ross - Stay Schemin' ft. Drake et French Montana (French Version) lyrics

[Refrain] I ride for my n***as, dawg, I ride for my n***as I slide for my n***as, dawg, I ride for my n***as, dawg (Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg) I ride for my n***as [Couplet 1 - Rick Ross] Damn, life's so short f**, I don't wanna go to court f** it, got a budget for the lawyer, though f** it, I'm on the run for the month I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it My lil n***as thuggin', even got me paranoid I'm gettin money, that's in any n***a category Double M, I got G's out in California [Refrain] [Couplet 2 : Drake] It bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads Guess every team doesn't come complete with n***as like ours That's why I see no need to compete with n***as like y'all I just ask them when you see me you speak up, n***a, that's all Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing It's feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged Back then if a n***a reached it was for the weapon Nowadays n***as reach just to sell they record Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around Might look light, but we heavy though You think Drake will pull some sh** like that? You never know Million dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge Me and my man Oliver North that's how I roll around Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap n***a I tell that b**h it's more attractive when you hold it down Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's Kobe my n***a I hate it had to be him b**h you wasn't with me shooting in the gym (b**h you wasn't with me shooting in the gym) Tell Lucian I said "f** it", I'm tearing holes in my budget Bag her like we in Publix and take her a** out in public Ordered her the filet told 'em bu*terfly it she'll love it She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin' I'm just hittin my pinnacle, you and p**y identical You like the f**ing finish line, we can't wait to run into you But let me get my mind off that Young rich motherf**er getting mine off rap with my n***as [Refrain] [Couplet 3 : French Montana] From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dog Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog Dwight Howard on the post, dog My n***as got the powder through the post, dog Watch the body tilt when you hit the head n***as lost mills tryna beat the Feds 10 grams off my last 250 now Big a** crib, 250 down, damn Gave my n***a Max 7-5 Then gave my n***a Penthouse another 30 f** it, got me thinking like I'm 7-5 Damn, n***a ain't even seen 30 [Refrain]