[Intro: Whole Slab]

Look at nigga Rozay, look at him

Out there with that CrossFit shit

Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out and shit

Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga

Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga

This nigga think he the champ

Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him

Ya dig?

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I been touchin' the sack, I made my way to a ki'

I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street

Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King

Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding

Nigga, ding ding

Nigga, ding ding

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding

Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding

[Verse 1: Whole Slab]

License suspended, ridin' with the yay (Slab)

I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay (Slab)

Snortin' powder, poppin' Belaire Rose (Slab)

And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say (Fuck 'em)

Michelangelo of this trap game

Traded fifteen bags of mid for a half a thang (Flip)

Remix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six (Flip)

Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip (Slab)

Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches

I don't get my dick sucked unless it's two bitches

My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight (Woo)

I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day

I'm workin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street

Twelve all on my ass, they locked my woe up last week

These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin'

Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin'

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I been touchin' the sack, I made my way to a ki'

I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street

Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King

Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding

Nigga, ding ding

Nigga, ding ding

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding

Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle

Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle (Woo)

I'm the Thrilla in Manila

Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla (Haha)

My cousin certified killer

When he died, I know I cried a river

You come and go, that came down from the Lord (Oh Lord)

Every night, I hear those AKs like a fuckin' voice

Hallelujah, momma screamin' "Hallelujah"

Pray for your son 'cause momma, you had you a shooter

For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain (Woo)

In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing (Woo)

Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team (Maybach Music)

'88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth

Heavyweight, Don King

Robin Givens, big dreams

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I been touchin' the sack, I made my way to a ki'

I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street

Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King

Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding

Nigga, ding ding

Nigga, ding ding

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding

Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding