Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
(Trina) I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga
(Rick Ross) I got a, dick game with a mean hustle I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga
(Trina) I got a, couple girls who gon' come f**k I gotta, see the money time to come up I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes
(Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina)) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
(Rick Ross) I gots, no love for a punk bitch I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick I got a, dildo in this bag baby I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby
(Trina) I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo' With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'
(Rick Ross) I gotta, f**k 'em all just cause I can I got her, much hotter than f**kin her own man The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled
(Chorus)
(Trina) I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve
(Rick Ross) I gotta, let you hoes know who I be So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's I got a, trap in the hood called no ID All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
(Trina) I gotta, put it down in a major way I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade
(Chorus)
(Rick Ross) I got an, AK for a bitch nigga I gotta, let you know they only get bigger I got a, hit man for your problems nigga I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga
(Trina) I gotta... show my nigga love Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a f**k
(Rick Ross) I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out
