Triple CS - White House (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Yeah I'm still on that '96 First time a n***a ever seen 90 bricks Yeah them crackers gave b**by life I got too much money now I'm living b**by life Moving heavy weight it's funny that my uzi light I'm getting money see a hundred on a Tuesday night I f** with Opa-Locka, I love my n***a Ned One time for Fat Wayne, my n***as beat the feds f** all these rap n***as, I'm on some other sh** Owe a million to the Cubans, IRS, and government Yeah I showed love, but I was sh**ted on So now I'm onto war, and you can get it homes You want to know who I'm talking to? If it's f** me, p**y n***a f** you They hate the Maybach, they hate the B.M In the last year I done blown 3 M's I'm putting out 3 films Blue Levi's breathing on them green Timbs I love y'all, so n***a love me You like my only son, so come and hug me I'm where the thugs be, with all my j**els on Go ahead and judge me, she want to touch me She wants to call me, she wants to f** me Now should you blame her? A n***a famous [Verse 2: Brisco] Let me think back to '98 When Ricky finally rose his right and swore before the state They gave him life, I was just turning 16 A little G, four hundred thousand when I'm 18 Born on the side of town where them k**ers ride around With two open cases, four pills, and a full pound Chrome in his pants, and he standing like "f** you I'm reppin' Opa-Locka, so don't make a n***a touch you" We open traps with three workers and a LT Sticks on deck in case these p**y n***as want beef It's the white house, n***a shoot the lights out Stop the whole game when them n***as pull them dice out I'm fat, happy, two shade, black Willy D I'm teary eyed I swear to God and a n***a itchy Triple C, black flag, what the lick read? I'm a dat boy, who want ? [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm in the White House I'm in the White House I call the shots, I could get your a** wiped out We in the White House We in the White House Big Phantom on the lawn getting wiped down [Verse 3: Flo Rida & Young Breed] HEEEEYYY! I'm in the White House, Dick Cheney my watch out No Condoleezza Rice it's clean pots and pans now I bleach the floors, I get clean just like Ochoa Or Mickey Munday them bricks white as Al Gore If I don't f** with cookies n***a why am I the Keebler man? They don't want that triple beam scale or that beaker sand Them birds lookin' like my Air Force 1's They all get checked I don't care if it's a ton (Flo you've been off them) So don't let your boy toss them In the Everglades, n***a the certified Dade Bobby Brown baby, in the motherf**ing Mayb Like little Nicky Scarfo with a Colombian named Papo We'll send a thousand of 'em You send a thousand more That's seven stacks a piece to lock down the whole east And n***a that ain't eating that's a motherf**ing feast Them Poe Boy stacks, hey Ross where we at? [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm in the White House I'm in the White House I call the shots, I could get your a** wiped out We in the White House We in the White House Big Phantom on the lawn getting wiped down I'm in the White House I'm in the White House I call the shots, I could get your a** wiped out We in the White House We in the White House Big Phantom on the lawn getting wiped down [Verse 4: Gunplay] I'm a thousand DB's I'm 'bout violence no peace My yacht was a thousand degrees Drop 'em, f** copping them pleas The robbers be robbing with me, they riding with me In Caddy DeVilles, we tatted the grill Busted out my product in the dollar trynna get more Limo DB's hide the murder, in the wind I'm burning indo Mansion signing party Ren Rover should have been there Boosie too, Thirty Right Damn! I'm losing all my n***as Triple C records and reels, Trilla on deck Black flag next Gunplay, k**switch b**h it's over what's over Cut the check, you feel the full effect I finally realized how many n***as full of sh** So many murders turned the White House burgundy Triple secret service whiffing bourbons on purple weed Addicted to diamonds and hood b**hes with purple weaves Cocaine, Hennessey, Gunplay out the candle free! [Verse 5: Torch] Ain't no plan B's with no degree I'm hand-to-hand on these streets Zone ? move it by the O, man-to-man D Torch call me T.O., relocate with them kilos Ceelo with them burners early 4-5-6 sh** cause he sold That rock, cooking non-stop Pots never chill ? same block, better deals than them other n***as Connects with southern n***as getting bulk Bruce Banner wrapped in that saran b**h I'm shipping Hulk Soon as they smoke it, they shaking like we're Hogan man When they bring they mama TV through you know it's that DISH! Triple C's set up shop on any ave Disrespect and get your head shot, all you see's the flag! ? All I see is more cash, your a** in the way b**h my name global, same soldier, bi-coastal Went from dealing weight local to real estate mogul Motherf**er who YOU?