Rick Ross - MMG Untouchable lyrics

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Rick Ross - MMG Untouchable lyrics

When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters They standin' in line, they all suffer from vapors I got me a ghost, I took off the tint b**h look at my face, I'm a grown a** man I'm buying real estate and I'm buildin' my plans Can't name a realer place, goin' gram for gram And all the k**as hate, know who the f** I am Look in a n***a face, watch me count my grams My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games I'm talking trigga play never safe for lames Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case My lawyers goin hard, a n***a versus the state Just bought another car, had to drop that top For 200 dollars, she'll s** that co*k Cause when you seen with me I'm a up that stock I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot As far as green n***as, yeah you might get got Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most Greenhouse on the couch, n***a seeing me toast n***as makin' the threats, you could put 'em on Twitter But out of respect I handle mine like a k**er I'm runnin' the city like a pair of new J's Maybe the patent 11's, I got these hoes in a daze Panamera parade, sippin Cir'c lemonade Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt In the back of the ghost, I can't hear no whispers In the back of your mind you wanna be that n***a