Rick Ross - Money To Make lyrics

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Rick Ross - Money To Make lyrics

[Intro] My n***as 100, my corner 100 The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance [Verse 1] Now I’m f**ing with H, can't be taking no shorts We scoring the points, we done made it a sport Scheduled to testify, never made it to court I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you caught You can’t be talking live when you walkin' in the house f** what you talkin' 'bout, b**h, you walkin' in and out I ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce If you f** with an ounce, get the f** out the house 'Cause it's only squares when you come in here So for all you squares, let me make it clear sponsored links Let me get it straight, I’m fishing to take Not the fish in the tank I got money to make [Hook] My n***as 100, my corner 100 The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance My n***as 100, my corner 100 The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance [Hook] [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Real n***a in the building, where the work at? That New Orleans Saints fitted, that’s my work hat My n***as got that H, Percs, white and purp And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dougie Thug life, thug life, b**h, I’m feeling like 'Pac When I’m riding up your block 'Bout to release the 50 shots off top Your b**h here, you'll get your issue Your family, they gon' miss you They gon' find you, we ain't miss ya Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby Your mami over your casket, asking "lord, why, baby?" See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies And in a hood that crank babies just to grow up just to jack babies b**h I’m from New Orleans, you can’t come where I’m from Got a drum on a caper, Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum Pum Boy I ain’t no fronter, it’s Ross, Mack and Stunner I put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100 [Hook] [Verse 3] See we stunting, f** with me, popping bottles, throwing money n***as giving headshots, b**h, no running Them hundreds came fast, b**hes came quicker Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits Shinning on these b**hes, after hour countin' tickets Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission We focus on another saddle, another batch Another bird full of H, n***a, comin' like that Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin' Blowin' while we counting, a hundred G’s in my pocket [Hook]