[bridge]

Call my bitch back

Call my bitch back

Call my

[verse 1 – Rick Ross]

Learn to walk a tight rope

Never seen a rich nigga go broke

They putting leans on the nigga things

Publicize your demise and by all means

Your family fortune is forever what you stood on

Sold dreams fantasies to put the hood on

You reap what you sow and they speak in repossessions

Tell the coach yourself

These are powerful lessons

These niggas always smile

When I came around

They let you know my reputation

When you in my town

A real nigga you gonna know that by the contract

Bottom linе blood, show me where thе ones

At that paper, he get funny, when bumping gin is involved

Mechanicals never matter, because that was your dog

Now your hands on but things dont ever seem right

You make a call to kill your lawyer to green light

He looking through it then hit you up with the bad news

Its so familiar he did this hang with the last dudes

Mafia

So baby girl

Cash rules

Every dollar accountant for a double M the crew

Maybach Music

[Chorus]

Death row

Dance life

For clothes know my fast life

The white man call us stupid niggas

We spend it all

Nothing for our children

Had it all, now its repossess

Paint feet, click cutting, bad checks

Time to learn boy

The cash rules

Success is a precious jewel

[verse 2 – Rick Ross]

Playing poison in a nigga mind

Chilling with your boys

When its time to grind

We both come from those humble beginnings

Still can't believe we never followed each other on twitter

Funny thing is the animosity money brings

Real niggas out of style, we may be one in three

Back against the wall

Outnumbered by fuck boys

One bullet, one target, one choice

You can take “A L”

Take a shell and still double M still making mill

Made niggas respect my hustle on 4th toast

I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest

I need a hit handle put me in touch with the closest

You still digging through ashtrays killing the roaches

And I never took “A L” back when meek fail

Just drove the numbers all the way back up in retail

[Chorus]

Death row

Fast life

For clothes know my best life

The white man called us stupid niggas

We spend it all

Nothing for our children

Had it all, now its me possessed

Can’t feed, clique cutting, bad checks

Time to learn boy

The cash rules

Success is a precious jewel

[verse 3 – Rick Ross]

Can't be writing checks with your eyes closed

Why you living out of homes in different time zones

Mind blown spinning strip you watching rhinestones

Pistol to your head this that level long home

I apologize moody but its all I got

Everybody in this office we can die tonight

I never met an artist who fully recruit

These deals the deal dealers wanna deal with you

Young niggas down to act your age

Buying belts you seen on other niggas waste

Hoes fucking for photos they wanna post online

Whole time shawty knowing Im the gold mine

Put her on all she needed was a co sign

Black minks and glove nigga the whole nine

See me on the road shit I had to hold mine

North for clothes or fold just for soul signs

[Chorus]

Death row

Fast life

Foreclosed on my past life

The white man calling the stupid niggies

We spend it all

Nothing for our children

Had it all now its repossess

Can’t feed, click cutting, bad checks

Time to learn boy

The cash rules

Success is a precious jewel

[verse 4 – Tyga]

Hop tip top

Party on my spot

Rock wallas out

Got secure the lot

Fake niggas out

Bring the burners out

And its go to mouth

You always run your mouth

We been in the loud

Blowing clouds

Hundred thousand

Commas now

We just fucking

In and out

I can't love you now

Im too wild

Same time who gon’be the one to turn you out

Wanna do it cause I do it oh you funny now

Bitch getting on my nerves I just leave the house

Now Im sleeping at my other bitch house

Louis bags on the couch

Camouflaged with the hundreds

Now Im coming in her mouth

And if she catch feelings got a feeling I be out

But she cool so Im liking how the shit is turning out

And she know its all alone and we both keep it low

[Chorus]

She got crack I got dough she got X on the smoke

Its like murder on the road and we on death row

And the sex so good its so hard saying no

[verse 5 – Tyga]

If your nigga found out

That my girl’ll kill a dope

And we both love fuck

Till we both love fuck

We both love

Good ain't

Good enough

Take you out the shot

Yeah I call the shots

Im the fucking boss

Put you in the law

You can got a lot

If you play your role

Catch coming

Over cooking in the stove

The riches bold

They gon’hate

Fuck money talk

Bullshit walk

They gon’try to fuck it up

Tell you I ain't shit

Judging by my outfit

Yeah Im the shit

Ice sick of wrist quarter million on the lick

Same bitches that I hit still on your list

Yeah Im gods gift given like Im saint nick

Im the ghetto Bill Gates give me ten years

Chop chop

When I switch gears

Thoughst that make her pussy wet

Cominin a V-twelve

I ain't even put it in

Bustin’in your seat belt

Squirtin’on the interior of the eight twelve

Fisht ail

Laid back ill

And it came with the luggage that is to trill

But you not a big deal’till you makin deals

And Im tying up the big deal to keep deal

Keep your picture in my phone man them times is real

If youre happy with the trone then just let me live

I ain't hiding

I ain't running

The way Im moving

Got you watching

Us the low and we both keep it low

[Chorus]

She got cracked I got dope she got X on the smoke

Its like murder on the road and we on death row

And it sex so good its so hard saying no

[verse 6 – Wiz Khalifa]

Lot of food on my plate I can't wait

Lot of food on my plate but I ain't on a date

Lot of food on my plate but I got more to make

Lot of food on my plate but Im still more in shape

Really my diamonds open my door to my safe

Couple dips in the pool couple more at the gate

Just catch on to these raps boy you late

Come to my legacy

I ain't ordinary Im great

Lot of food on my plate Im eating steak

Lot of food on my plate plus brown knees and cakes

Lot of food on my plate

I think that a fat nigga could relate

In my sixtyone rolling down the interstate

Just got some new sounds and some new breaks

Turn it up all the way to shit pound like a toothache

Might let down the roof today

Lot of food on my plate that I just made

Lot of food so like warriors we come out to play lot of

Food on my plate that I dont save

Lot of food on my plate that I dont save