Released on September 3, 2015

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[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]

Baby we can get lifted any time of day

(Cause the drugs baby)

Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)

Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night

Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot

Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah

Damn you just completely reminded me (reminded me)

When you're leaving they feeling some kinda way

Oh hell, here we go again, I'm just tryna stay alive

Two shots, floor niggas shooting through your rooftop

Who got popped, young nigga toting two Glocks, yeah


[Intro: Rick Ross]

I just wanna hold your hand, sip me some Champagne, love, that's it, you heard?


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Suckers for love, yes, I've heard it before

Show them my hustle which is such an incredible source

Stumble through the boutiques, always watching my step

Credit Cards in my name, she swipe them, then sign them herself

Trust is a must, never letting me down

Got her selfies with Beyonce, this is Destiny Child

Won't answer my calls after I gave you my all

Before I shed a tear, I thought I'd just write you a song

Rewrite all my wrongs, or recite you a poem

Knowing you're leaving but the question is, "Where are you going?"


[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]

Baby we can get lifted any time of day

(Cause the drugs baby)

Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)

Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night

Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot

Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Shawty was a dancer, hustle was her answer

Get in where I fit in, mid-town Atlanta

Bags and boots, baby girl wanted those big things

Parking lot in magic City, since she was sixteen

Don't let them stop you baby, he can't knock you baby

When you winning is when they wanna say she not a lady

Hold your bag in the sky, all those bitches respect it

Now run home to your nigga, make sure that head is perfected

Never seeking acceptance, reaping my blessings

Fat mob figure, black Bob Dylan

If the pussy good it's hard to stay at odds with it

If she want it, you ain't got it, get on your job nigga


[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]

Baby we can get lifted any time of day

(Cause the drugs baby)

Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)

Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night

Two shots, floor niggas shooting through your rooftop

Who got popped, young nigga toting two Glocks, yeah


[Bridge: Kevin Cossom]

Your opinion, I don't care

And my niggas we show up and it ain't fair

Killing these niggas for real

Shades on but my vision's so clear

And I do this for my niggas that ain't here

Tell me 'bout I got two bad bitches to myself, oh

And I can't wait to get 'em home

She playing games with you, probably cause she with me nigga

It ain't 'bout the fame dog, it's about the figures niggas

Money, yeah, yeah, yeah


[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]

Baby we can get lifted any time of day

(Cause the drugs baby)

Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)

Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night

Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot

Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah