Rick Ross Mahogany Caskets Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Let's take it back to what we— what we love it at
How we only could do what we do
It's the biggest, uh, yeah, uh (Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & T.I.]
Stefon Diggs, I need another bitch
I won't stop spendin', go get another brick
She got on my plane to suck another dick
I spent a lot on my chain, so send the condiments
I took all the profits, you keep the compliments
Even on an empty stomach, full of confidence
King of the city, let's build a monument
I'm richer than niggas, go read the finer prints
Yachts, boats, I'm the nigga spendin' the most
You niggas checked in rehab whеn your single was slow
Fat Boy back, this ain't rap money
I make you rap niggas comе and rap for me
Helicopters comin', all my niggas deep (Rap, nigga)
Fears know the mumbles, so no need to speak (Rap, nigga)
Where the bitches sellin' p*ssy? Put the kids to sleep
Hit 'em runnin' with the steppers, nothin' on my feet (King, bitch)

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Pardon my demeanour, I'm cleaner, sold out arenas
No love for the other side, f*ck if the grass greener
Get in the booth and team up, seen his temperature heat up
I just cranked the machine up, married the game, prenup
Was born to be up since a fetus, I kick my feet up (Yup)
Dues paid in full, look, I can pull the receipt up
Me and God team up, ain't no way to defeat up
You in cahoots with demons, we got the devil, you W teed up
Might follow through Hell to do away with whoever follow you
Send you to your momma like your father do, holler, dude
Opportunity knocked, I was shopping in Malibu
Eatin' soul food on Lennox Avenue, ain't that a fool?
Cannibal, digest niggas and threat dealers
Make set trippers go fetch niggas like pet dealers Hella cynical, been trippin' since clippin' my umbilical
Identical bullets reaches you up or breaches the sentinel
It's the king, bitch, I never folded, never team-switched
Don't understand it? You don't understand English
Extinguish the fires, you said, "Double the bet"
Wish a sucker nothin' but love and respect while uppin' the TEC
And don't nobody care none 'bout you bein' weird
We take them new veneers home with us as a souvenir
Hahahaha

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I ain't done yet, neither
Trebvon Diggs, they wanna cut a nigga
No, I won't coach, come headbutt a nigga
You should ride in coach with all them other niggas
'Cause I gotta post a lot of other businesses
Bitches is emotional and undergiven
I got thirty women put all in one subdivison
Give a nigga space, give a nigga space
p*ssy, [?], I'm fillin' up the safes
The [?] we ghetto, Puerto Rico for weekends
Sippin' [?], Colombian women
Drug lords, all I see is drug wars
Bulletproof trucks to the front doors
Shoot up all your shit, f*ck 50 Cent
It ain't ever walk away, that go for many men
Rich raps, nigga, this is rich rap
And before I ever rat, I'll let a bitch rap
You wanna bite your deal, just like your Pooh Shies'?
When it's time to kill, trust, I'm too nice
Shootin' for the stars with these two dice
Pull up double Rs with the blue lights
Fat boy, yes, matter fact boy
Make a nigga run it, call it task force
Thought you was a felon, all you do is the tellin'
Nigga told fast, prosecutors jealous
They say the streets dead, but it's never that
One shot to the head with the Medicare
Cash money, I'm the new cash money
She can hit me in the DM, she just asked for me
[?] Rich forever
Huh