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Featuring Rick Ross & Mr. Marr I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s Small change, Rose Now she want a crib, my nigga OK I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me Matte black, cost a hundred G’s I put the plasma on the wall too Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do I put the plasma on the wall, stainless steel the kitchen Yogi bear to cop it just to keep my girl from ditching Mr. Certified, boss shit, not know trickin off shit Even though we don’t give a fuck bout it cost shit Pimp type, pimp J, my competition just lost, quit Lost quit, yea, now he might just wanna get off his ass Pay some bills, keep on getting paper still Make a vow to your zip, always try to stay for real Cuz day for day for days it is Often cuz but that’s the breaks Hustle heavy, hustle hard Just to get yo slice of cake Just to get your blind sky, just to get 4 Cadillacs Just to get your stacks a sack Letras de cancionesWith racks on racks on racks on racks I bought my bitch a matching 9 Then I showed her how to cock it His and hers, gold toilets So we shittin on our profit Bought all! Playground just to play down With a matchin crib, she don’t even stay there It’s so… I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s Small change, Rose Now she want a crib, my nigga OK I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me Matte black, cost a hundred G’s I put the plasma on the wall too Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do I bought my bitch a bag out of Gucci & Fipps Told her she can get the wallet too, though many trip Them no hit Giuseppe’s, looking right on em In every lane the dress so tight on em I’m checkin in the mirror at a million bucks Every day I wake up, a mill plus We getting money, ya’ll niggas small types I’m reeling up, that’s the ball game Hope she wanna be like me Yea, she wanna be like me A cocky money makin nigga out of Tennessee Mister, I even throw er since the week OG, and I’m talkin real OG From the west coast, what the best smoke You see, can’t too many quote with a bank row Yea I’m straight up off the broke to the jet so Everywhere I go, you know, she goes That’s why… I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s Small change, Rose Now she want a crib, my nigga OK I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me Matte black, cost a hundred G’s I put the plasma on the wall too Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do From Letras Mania