Rick Ross Perfectionist (Ft. Meek Mill)
[Meek Mill]
And I murder anything in my perimeter
If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like f-ck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion
[Rick Ross]
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A.
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane
[Meek Mill]
And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay'
I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay
[Rick Ross]
All my women photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the cake
Quarters to half's on my road to the riches
All real n-ggers just playing different positions
[Meek Mill]
Ross can be the quarter back, I'ma run his quarter back
Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a corner back
Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat
[Rick Ross]
I'm allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it's etcetera, etcetera
[Meek Mill]
I'm addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin'
Ferragamo on linen, a n-gger starting he finish
D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I'm dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring
[Rick Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
I'ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million strong
[Meek Mill]
Doesn't matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks (bricks)
I'm in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
No roof, fresh off the car lot
And we don't call cops n-gger, we just call shots
[Rick Ross]
F-ck the competition I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I pull up out the holster
Can't even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g's and the well paid soldiers
[Meek Mill]
So if you n-gger scared, call the feds up
We taking over I'm just giving n-ggers heads up
We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up
8 figure n-gger, tell the labels, get our bread up