B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)

(アルバム： Teflon Don - 2010)

[Rick Ross:]
Ugh
Ugh
We blowing money fast on this side, nigga
Catch up, nigga

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

My Rolls Royce triple-black, I'm Geechee, ho
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Meechie, ho
Rozay—that's my nickname
Cocaine running in my big veins
Self-made, you just affiliated
I build it ground-up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
Funny, you claiming the same bitch that I'm penetrating
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fucking felons? Where my dogs at?
(Ugh!) I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy! (Boss)
Stunt so hard, make them come indict me (Ugh)
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It's an Audem-eer, hundred racks, at least
Look at yourself, now look at me (Me!)
You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be (Ha)
Look at it this way (Yeah), you niggas sideways (Sideways)
Always getting money, my nigga, crime pays (Crime pays)
So fuck a nigga (Fuck a nigga), I'm self-made (Self-made)
You a sucker nigga (Sucker nigga), I'm self-paid (Self-paid)
This for my broke niggas (Broke niggas), this for my rich niggas (Rich niggas)
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga (Ugh)

[Rick Ross {Styles P}:]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover {Ross, what up?}
Getting work, hallelujah {S.P. the Ghost}
One nation, under God {Y'all niggas know what it is}
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start {Let's get it, my nigga, yeah}

[Styles P:]
Them thirty-six holes leave you bleeding, family (Bleedin')
Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram (Ha)
Blunt tip orange like caviar
Wilding out, fishtailing, Subaru, rally car (Fishtailin')
Out the passenger, letting the automatty off (Let it off)
A eighth of that girl'll knock your mommy and your daddy off (You know that!)
Fuck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off (Fuck around)
Four shooters bugging out, blicking at your Caddy doors (Blick-outs)
And did I mention: guns from Red Dead Redemption? (Did I?)
Nine-mils, fifty-clip extensions (A long clip)
Coke is like a mattress in the hood: I'm flipping on it (I'm flippin')
And the money's like a chair: I'm sitting on it (Keep quiet, nigga)

[Rick Ross:]
I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

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