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SHAQ & KOBE (Remix) ft. Shaquille O’Neal & Dame D.O.L.L.A.

de Rick Ross

What is this?
Maybach music
I like this maybach music
Sweet
Ha-ha-ha

Niggas wanna see you lose when you're makin' moves (moves)
We bringin' tools in any rooms, we tryna break the rules (rules)
Niggas is haters, they ain't goons, we tryna make them fool (fool)
I never thought I'd make the forbes before I make the news (never)
Havin' a threesome with some bitches, it's still ain't amusin' (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels, it's like I lit a fuse (it's lit)
I call the shots, and all the killers be like: What's the move? (let's get it)
Hundred grand, you and your little man gets split in two (splitter)
Mmm, my life got way realer
Playin' with them millions and they turned me to a made nigga
Anywhere in the trenches I be active when they play with 'em
Statements got retracted when niggas ratted, 'cause we sprayed niggas
Mafioso sippin' lobos
Jumpin' out the chopper to the yacht off the gold coast
We was holdin' choppers on the block, sellin' coco
Now we treatin' models like they thots out in soho (yeah)
Thirty mill' in cash, do these niggas bad (bad)
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad (pad)
I seen my dawg kill my dawg, just to get his stash
He went up top, they banged him up, got that nigga slayed

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot and punched the stuffings, keep tuckin' the chopper (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours (twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble into the penthouse, with a baddie to fuck in the shower (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours

I left and came to niggas in the red tape (huh)
Diggin' through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (bang)
My niggas couldn't [?] (huh)
But they never would leave any evidence (huh)
Your mother still in pain, it been a few days
What you know, this all it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game till the shots rang
Six minutes, layin' on the same box sprang
How you dead broke but got a dope charge?
Y'all would rob a bank just boast bond (huh)
Got this chopper with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof since I won't walk (God)
Killin' niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
Twenty million, I can see it all in a week (boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots (huh)
It's only paperwork when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you [?] that were demons, you can suck a dick (bitch)
I hope you die slow with your blindfold (huh)
Your bitch still at home with her mind blown (huh)
I got a pool in Paris and some buffalos (woo)
And I got a pool in Paris in the bungalows (ha-ha-ha)
Still flippin' numbers out in [?] house
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called
Sippin' champagne, I own it myself (boss)
You niggas better learn to own you some wealth

(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot and punched the stuffings, keep tuckin' the chopper (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours
Too much money and power
Stumble into the penthouse, with a baddie to fuck in the shower (huh)
Too much money and power (too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours
Too much money and power

Some of this shit too good to be true
M-m-m

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