B.M.F (Ric Maye Remix|Explicit) - Rick Ross/Styles P

Lyrics by：William Leonard Roberts Ii

Composed by：Aymeric de Lansalut

Ugh

Ugh

We blowing money fast on this side n***a

Catch up n***a

I think I'm big meech ugh Larry Hoover

Whippin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

I think I'm big meech woo Larry Hoover woo

Gettin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

My rolls royce triple-black I'm geechie ho

Ballin' in the club bottles like I'm meechie ho

Rozay that's my nickname

C*****e runnin' in my big veins

Self-made you just affiliated

I build it ground-up you bought it renovated

Talkin' plenty capers nothing's been authenticated

Funny you claimin' the same b***h that I'm penetrating

Hold the bottles up where my comrades

Where the f**kin' 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

Whippin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

I think I'm big meech woo Larry Hoover woo

Gettin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

These motherf**kers 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-ir hundred racks at least

Look at yourself now look at me me

You can't see a n***a I'm what you used to be ha

Look at it this way yeah you n***as sideways sideways

Always gettin' money my n***a crime pays crime pays

So f**k a n***a f**k a n***a I'm self-made self-made

You a sucker n***a sucker n***a I'm self-paid self-paid

This for my broke n***as broke n***as

This for my rich n***as rich n***as

Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n***a ugh

I think I'm big meech ugh Larry Hoover

Whippin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

I think I'm big meech woo Larry Hoover woo

Gettin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' family bleedin'

Word to them thirty-six os in a kilogram ha

Blunt tip orange like caviar

Wildin' out fishtailin' subaru rally car fishtailin'

Out the passenger lettin' the automatty off let it off

A eighth of that girl I'll knock your mommy

And your daddy off you know that

F**k around and knock

The emblem on the caddy off f**k around

Four shooters buggin' out

Blickin' 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 flippin' on it I'm flippin'

And the money's like a chair

I'm sittin' on it keep quiet n***a

I think I'm big meech ugh Larry Hoover

Whippin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

I think I'm big meech woo Larry Hoover woo

Gettin' work hallelujah

One nation under God

Real n***as gettin' money from the f**kin' start

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