White House (Remix) - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Yeah I'm still on that '96

First time a nigga ever seen 90 bricks

Yeah them crackers gave Booby life

I got too much money now I'm living Booby life

Moving heavy weight it's funny that my uzi light

I'm getting money see a hundred on a Tuesday night

I fuck with Opa-Locka, I love my nigga Ned

One time for Fat Wayne, my niggas beat the feds

Fuck all these rap niggas, I'm on some other shit

Owe a million to the Cubans, IRS, and government

Yeah I showed love, but I was shitted on

So now I'm onto war, and you can get it homes

You want to know who I'm talking to?

If it's fuck me, pussy nigga fuck you

They hate the Maybach, they hate the B.M

In the last year I done blown 3 M's

I'm putting out 3 films

Blue Levi's breathing on them green Timbs

I love y'all, so nigga love me

You like my only son, so come and hug me

I'm where the thugs be, with all my jewels on

Go ahead and judge me, she want to touch me

She wants to call me, she wants to fuck me

Now should you blame her?

A nigga famous

[Verse 2: Brisco]

Let me think back to '98

When Ricky finally rose his right and swore before the state

They gave him life, I was just turning 16

A little G, four hundred thousand when I'm 18

Born on the side of town where them killers ride around

With two open cases, four pills, and a full pound

Chrome in his pants, and he standing like "Fuck you

I'm reppin' Opa-Locka, so don't make a nigga touch you"

We open traps with three workers and a LT

Sticks on deck in case these pussy niggas want beef

It's the white house, nigga shoot the lights out

Stop the whole game when them niggas pull them dice out

I'm fat, happy, two shade, black Willy D

I'm teary eyed I swear to God and a nigga itchy

Triple C, black flag, what the lick read?

I'm a dat boy, who want ?

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I'm in the White House

I call the shots, I could get your ass wiped out

We in the White House

Big Phantom on the lawn getting wiped down

[Verse 3: Flo Rida & Young Breed]

HEEEEYYY!

I'm in the White House, Dick Cheney my watch out

No Condoleezza Rice it's clean pots and pans now

I bleach the floors, I get clean just like Ochoa

Or Mickey Munday them bricks white as Al Gore

If I don't fuck with cookies nigga why am I the Keebler man?

They don't want that triple beam scale or that beaker sand

Them birds lookin' like my Air Force 1's

They all get checked I don't care if it's a ton

(Flo you've been off them)

So don't let your boy toss them

In the Everglades, nigga the certified Dade

Bobby Brown baby, in the motherfucking Mayb

Like little Nicky Scarfo with a Colombian named Papo

We'll send a thousand of 'em

You send a thousand more

That's seven stacks a piece to lock down the whole east

And nigga that ain't eating that's a motherfucking feast

Them Poe Boy stacks, hey Ross where we at?

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I'm in the White House

I call the shots, I could get your ass wiped out

We in the White House

Big Phantom on the lawn getting wiped down

I'm in the White House

I call the shots, I could get your ass wiped out

We in the White House

Big Phantom on the lawn getting wiped down

[Verse 4: Gunplay]

I'm a thousand DB's

I'm 'bout violence no peace

My yacht was a thousand degrees

Drop 'em, fuck copping them pleas

The robbers be robbing with me, they riding with me

In Caddy DeVilles, we tatted the grill

Busted out my product in the dollar trynna get more

Limo DB's hide the murder, in the wind I'm burning indo

Mansion signing party Ren Rover should have been there

Boosie too, Thirty Right

Damn! I'm losing all my niggas

Triple C records and reels, Trilla on deck

Black flag next

Gunplay, Killswitch

Bitch it's over what's over

Cut the check, you feel the full effect

I finally realized how many niggas full of shit

So many murders turned the White House burgundy

Triple secret service whiffing bourbons on purple weed

Addicted to diamonds and hood bitches with purple weaves

Cocaine, Hennessey, Gunplay out the candle free!

[Verse 5: Torch]

Ain't no plan B's with no degree

I'm hand-to-hand on these streets

Zone ? move it by the O, man-to-man D

Torch call me T.O., relocate with them kilos

Ceelo with them burners early

4-5-6 shit cause he sold

That rock, cooking non-stop

Pots never chill

? same block, better deals than them other niggas

Connects with southern niggas getting bulk

Bruce Banner wrapped in that saran bitch I'm shipping Hulk

Soon as they smoke it, they shaking like we're Hogan man

When they bring they mama TV through you know it's that DISH!

Triple C's set up shop on any ave

Disrespect and get your head shot, all you see's the flag!

All I see is more cash, your ass in the way

Bitch my name global, same soldier, bi-coastal

Went from dealing weight local to real estate mogul

Motherfucker who YOU?