2 Shots - Rick Ross

Baby we can get lifted any time of day

'Cause the *** baby

'Cause the *** get me

Feeling some kinda way oh yeah

Oh hell here we go again

We did this last night

Two shots pour Belaire or the Blue Dot

Two bad b**ches blowing

Smoke on my rooftop yeah

Damn you just completely

Reminded me reminded me

When you're leaving they

Feeling some kinda way

Oh hell here we go again

I'm just tryna stay alive

Two shots floor niggas

Shooting through your rooftop

Who got popped young ni**a

Tone two Glocks yeah

I just wanna hold your hand sip me some

Champagne love that's it you heard

Suckers for love yes

I've heard it before

Show them my hustle which is

Such an incredible source

Stumble through the boutiques

Always watching my step

Credit Cards in my name she

Swipe them then sign them herself

Trust is a must never letting me down

Got her selfies with Beyonce

This is Destiny Child

Won't answer my calls after

I gave you my all

Before I shed a tear I thought

I'd just write you a song

Rewrite all my wrongs

Or recite you a poem

Knowing you're leaving but the

Question is Where are you going

Baby we can get lifted

Any time of day

'Cause the *** baby

'Cause the *** get me

Feeling some kinda way oh yeah

Oh hell here we go again

We did this last night

Two shots pour Belaire

Or the Blue Dot

Two bad b**ches blowing

Smoke on my rooftop yeah

Shawty was a dancer hustle

Was her answer

Get in where I fit in mid town Atlanta

Bags and boots baby girl

Wanted those big things

Parking lot in magic City

Since she was sixteen

Don't let them stop you baby

He can't knock you baby

When you winning is when they

Wanna say she not a lady

Hold your bag in the sky all

Those b**ches respect it

Now run home to your ni**a make

Sure that head is perfected

Never seeking acceptance

Reaping my blessings

Fat mob figure black Bob Dylan

If the p**sy good it's hard

To stay at odds with it

If she want it you ain't got

It get on your job ni**a

Baby we can get lifted

Any time of day

'Cause the *** baby

'Cause the *** get me feeling

Some kinda way oh yeah

Oh hell here we go again

We did this last night

Two shots floor niggas shooting

Through your rooftop

Who got popped young ni**a

Tone two Glocks yeah

Your opinion I don't care

And my niggas we show up

And it ain't fair

Killing these niggas for real

Shades on but my vision's so clear

And I do this for my niggas

That ain't here

Tell me 'bout I got two bad

B**ches to myself oh

And I can't wait to get them home

She playing games with you probably

'Cause she with me ni**a

It ain't 'bout the fame dog

It's about the figures niggas

Money yeah yeah yeah

Baby we can get lifted any time of day

'Cause the *** baby

'Cause the *** get me feeling

Some kinda way oh yeah

Oh hell here we go again

We did this last night

Two shots pour Belaire

Or the Blue Dot

Two bad b**ches blowing

Smoke on my rooftop yeah