Rick Ross - Oil Money Gang lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Uhh... Mastermind, ha It's going further my n***a It ain't even being a dope boy my n***a We talking oil money, oil money, ha, yeah [Verse 1: Rick Ross] It's amazing to be alive when n***as wants you to die Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in their eyes I'mma stunt harder, I'mma shop more Black bell boy, Persian rugs at the door Giving n***as jobs, living like the mob A scotch in the soda anastasia.com People talking 'bout me, say I got a body Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby? Big four-fifths spliffs at the boat split Tip toein' through the city, Alvin Ailey with a brick Settin' new milestones, gettin my style on Down in Coconut Grove where n***as don't smile long City full of barbarians, wet you like an aquarius Only beautiful b**hes, they tell me the more the merrier Fascinatin' faces, now it's top j**elers Pina colada daiquiris Fontaine Bleau on a Tuesday Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Segal Only fat n***a in vintage Moschino Attempted murder, I refuse to exile So it's Club LIV til I'm exed out A gold casket my final request Bangin' at em like my child they want molest Therefore I pray I live a hundred years Be a crutch for my kids all through their wonder years Oil money f** up a hundred mill That's just a yacht and a crib, n***a dying to live Champagne, spillin' the opulence Side b**hes remain anonymous Got a condo on Collins, another on Sunny Isle Makin sure you get around cause these n***as will gun you down Got my daughter a Fendi purse then I took her to Disney World All I give her is game, digesting my every word Tired and chartered a plane, oil money the game Cla**ics stay on my feet, Double M on my chain All I think about is oil money These n***as barely gettin' tour money [Interlude: Jadakiss] It's gonna be aight, it's gonna be aight - don't even worry 'bout nothing (uh-uh) You know? Gon' talk that sh** for a minute, put the dutch out, light a cuban up Dim the lights if you want (hmm-mmm), cause we already shinin' (yep) You know? (Yep), ha, HA-HAAAEEEH, yeah, uh... [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Tryna get a grip, but you just can't clutch it When the money is in the circle, the squares can't touch it (uh-uh) Reaping the benefits from the years that we suffered If they don't know nothin' else they know I'm not to be f**ed with (no) Chillin' on the deck, brainstorming on the check You don't see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette (ah) Keep your ho still 'fore I nail her Money on my mind while I hold still for the tailor (yeah) Three man weave, I dump it off to the trailer If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sealer (uhh) We pop bottles, have the shots of the tequila Might see me in something you can't cop from the dealer (hmmm) Probably gon' rang, Gareth Pugh and Belstaff Work coming in, I sit on some and sell half Made it to the top over night, that's why you fell fast Best head I got in my life, for a Chanel bag (haha) This is heaven on earth sh**, give me my hell pa** (uh) n***as tryna copy my style, but they don't sell swag Nah, vacationing on in the Maldives Room service come to you on a boat, child please Don't get me confused though, cause I'll squeeze n***as know I get huge dough and wild ki's Uhh, I will forever cash in Oil money mean the wealth's everlasting What! {M-M-M-Maybach Music}