Yo Gotti - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Rather you than me If you've been f**ing with me since Port of Miami It's been hell of a f**ing journey M-m-maybach Music Ain't nun' changed n***a Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent Blame it on America f** it Beat Billionaire [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash Her future bright, don't give a f** about her past Her a** be looking good inside the leggings But I know that she's missing all the edges I run the game just by running with the felons Pour out the Judy, got rich n***a calisthenics Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage Pissing on these b**hes is a fetish (R. Kelly) Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready) Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter Still in a box, got her rapping acapella Can't trust no people f**ing with the presser I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil He knocking on the door and all the Baswares Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse [Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ] Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n***as militant Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent [Verse 2: Future] I got thirty white b**hes like Tommy Lee I make drug money, n***a, I make blood money On my third pa**port, and I'm geechie as f** I got wet stripper p**y at the airport I got molly green dollars on my transport Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub f** this Philippine p**y in some house shoes I got dope money, n***a, I got war wounds This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians Murder's on the news, all front pages Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat And I'm f**ing n***as hoes cus they easy I'm in here f**ing n***as wives, balls breezy She gotta f** like she love like she need me I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs I make a movie every single f**ing day I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face [Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ] Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n***as militant Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent [Verse 3: Jeezy] Let's go! Hands on these n***as, got the yellow bracelet Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages f** you n***as woes, when I was ashing n***a Loafers in the chop, I keep it cla**y n***a Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind Motherf** 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths Sixteen when I bought my first rollie Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar Never riding dirty in the extra car [Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ] Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n***as militant Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent