Released on June 26, 2012

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[Chorus: Rick Ross]

(Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib

(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield

(Huh!) David Copperfield

(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield

(Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib

(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield

(Huh!) David Copperfield

(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Could you knock that ho? Could you blame that bitch?

Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me

That's gon' slang that dick?

Like coke to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean

Take long on the Perc', now that ho on a bean

Still money over these hoes, got YSL on my clothes

And blood drip on my sneakers

Nigga, you hating on me, she chose

And I ain't fuck your girl, she rode, my stick-shift she drove

Did everything that she 'posed

I pulled my camera out and she posed

And I was like, "Got that, drop that, pop that"

Got the top back on the dropback, I'm back

And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped

All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that

Could you cop that? Not that

I'm like, "Send the mob at", dime sack

I'm catching on contact, got racks

Y'all niggas ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life! (Hahaha)


[Chorus: Rick Ross]

(Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib

(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield

(Huh!) David Copperfield

(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield

(Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib

(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield

(Huh!) David Copperfield

(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield


[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Poof! Nigga fuck your life

Fuck your niggas and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)

Got two bad bitches with a nigga

And you know they gon' fuck all night (Right)

And I rock hard white, nigga wrist game proud

I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours in a big boy drop

Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch

All year long, got the strip on lock

Every time we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop

My hip on Glock, your hip on nothin'

My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be frontin'

Red Cartier, redbone bitch

Red Bottoms on her, hair long as shit, hold up

Yellow gold Ro', yellowbone ho

And yellow bottles of Spades nigga, whole clique self made nigga

Poof!


[Chorus: Rick Ross]

(Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib

(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield

(Huh!) David Copperfield

(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield

(Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib

(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield

(Huh!) David Copperfield

(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield