Rick Ross - B.M.F. (Blowin` Money Fast) (Feat. Styles P) Lyrics:
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I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin` work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start
I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start
My Rolls-Royce triple black, I`m getcha ho
Balling in the club, bottles like I`m Ichiro
Rosé, that`s my nickname
Cocaine running in my big vein
Self-made, you just affiliated
I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talkin` plenty capers, nothing`s been authenticated
Funny you claimin` the same bitch that I`m penetratin`
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the f**king felons, where my dogs at?
Uh, I got that Archie Bunker
And it`s so white I just might charge you double
I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin` work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start
I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start
These motherf**kers mad that I`m icy
Stunt so hard make `em come indict me
I think I`m Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It`s an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least
Look at yourself now look at me
You can`t see a ni**a, I`m what you used to be
Look at it this way, you ni**as sideways
Always getting money, my ni**a, crime pays
So f**k a ni**a, I`m self-made
You a sucka ni**a, I`m self-paid
This for my broke ni**as, this for my rich ni**as
Got a hundred on the head of a snitch ni**a
I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin` work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start
I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start
36 holes leave you bleedin` family
Words in them thirty-six o`s in the kilogram
Blunt tip, armors like caviar
Wild and out, fish-tailin` Subaru, rally car
Out the passenger, lead in the automatic
For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off
F**k around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off
Four-shooters buggin` out, blickin` at your Caddy doors
And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Hope it`s like a mattress in the hood, I`m flippin` on it
And the money`s like a chair, I`m sittin` on it
I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin` work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start
I think I`m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real ni**as getting money from the f**king start