Wale - Pandemonium lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] 3 pa**ports, 3 first cla** tickets to the money Straight flights.. [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I live by the code, wardrobe from round the globe All I need is a kilo, an apron - show me the stove General Electric perfected, cooking them O's No more peanut bu*ter sandwiches now we looking at loaves Hoes, I need a condom for my toast Busting in these n***as, standing flat footed, I'm on my toes Froze, pandemonium overdose Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed Armadillo cigars, k**ers who like to play golf Heroin transactions with Russian shots of the Smirnoff Playing for keeps, I bust in em fore she get off (HUH) I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off Hah, welcome to organized crime Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times The .45 for you n***as with nine lives Penthouse on Collins, money long as Ocean drive (ah) Black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the potholes My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos Feds get involved, I'm slipping off into Senegal Issue your warrant, informant, b**h I've been a boss Counting money stacks, yours' counter-fitted I made my money back when your accountant didn't Went against the odds, there's only one Rozay {M-M-Maybach Music} My n***a okay [Refrain-Rick Ross] I got a penny in my pocket (HUH), million in the trunk (HUH) Started in the back, now we the n***as in the front (WHOO) Step out on the block all the b**hes they still in shock (WHOO) Get a piece of p**y then take my n***as to shop (HUH) Pandemonium, causing pandemonium...rollin'... Half a million for the same car we rolling in (AH) Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number one n***as your b**h noticing (HUH) [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Rollin', rollin', yeah Million ways to make this money, you gon' get it On the grind twenty-four/seven, I'm with it YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid Jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf**ing midget Money knocking at the front door I'm like, who is it It's Benjy, tell my lil n***a go and get it Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm gon' spend it I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it Three's for the b**hes that be f**ing for the ho of it Four for my n***as that be stacking and then blowing it You would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian I was tryna bag a brick, you was Nickelodeon I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it We's part the reason that them Churches got some services The morgue could afford just cause we was doing the murdering n***a called my phone talking reckless I ain't heard of it f** your girl, give her back I'm courteous I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki And be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all Wanna f** em all Had my n***as down so I'm screaming f** the law Monday night wrestling, I'm so f**ing raw She gon wipe me down, I'ma brush her off I'm way harder than the concrete, I say what my mind speak Word to the homie Ross I can get that nine piece For the low that nine cheap, call me if you want it, haters see me And I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach, ha [Refrain-Rick Ross] I got a penny in my pocket (HUH), million in the trunk (HUH) Started in the back, now we the n***as in the front (WHOO) Step out on the block all the b**hes they still in shock (WHOO) Get a piece of p**y then take my n***as to shop (HUH) Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in (AH) Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number one n***as your b**h noticing (HUH) [Verse 3: Wale] Just count me in.. yeah Whole time, see that fly sh** I've been on All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off That's game b**h, ain't sh**, Nudies and some J six Where I'm from it's cold and n***as get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful b**hes dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down So all that sh** you n***as kicking we ain't worried about Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half Flyest n***as out here, period no maxi-pad b**h I got a right to brag, b**h I got a right to boast Presidential suite and b**h, I never use my right to vote My vision enormous, my b**hes is gorgeous And I am dead serious, b**h I spit with embalming Shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad That BOA sh** we get paid with d**h over dishonor I'm known as Obama's though I know no-one in Congress These b**hes love me all the way, you got sorta's and kinda's Sort of remind you, why you don't court no vagina Just give em awesome intercourse and ignore their inquires Quietly becoming a top tier You dreamed of getting green, best believe I'm John Deere Greenist Moncler sh**, earth tones in the winter Purp rolled in a rillo, I am on my John Lithgow Out of this 3rd Rock, n***a air it out I am on my Tom Brady y'all n***as is Eric Crouch What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f** yourself I can't see your album coming, that sh**'s like a s**er punch Head for breakfast, f** for lunch Dinner time she bring a friend, write my sh** so vicious Y'all are like snitches, you can't see the pen Always on some new sh** CNN sh**ting on these n***as like I need Depends [Refrain-Rick Ross] I got a penny in my pocket (HUH), million in the trunk (HUH) Started in the back, now we the n***as in the front (WHOO) Step out on the block all the b**hes they still in shock (WHOO) Get a piece of p**y then take my n***as to shop (HUH) Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in (AH) Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number one n***as your b**h noticing (HUH) {M-M-Maybach Music}