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[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Meek Milly!
No park on the 4, but it’s white in the pot
We charging you niggas up if you like it or not
Drop the work on the skailes, thro some ice in the pot
Don’t let that arman hammer go right to a lot
Tryna wip a rolli, all Cardier
Shout out to this pirax, and put this on the mear
Who tought me audomor, my whole team got them
You lovin the same bitch my whole team toppin
100 though, Imma be wherever that money go
Glocc 9 in my underclothes, new cartell, we workin for him
Fuck niggas, we don’t fuck with those
Bad bitches, never let them know
Keep them round, but never trust them though
This 62 so comfortable
I’m a field nigga, you’s a house nigga
I’m a real nigga, and you’s a mouse nigga
Coad red, which means you coad red
But I’ll knock you out this, blame it on you old heads

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

[Verse 2: Wale]
Wale though!
Malcolm X, get yo head out my pocket
Some niggas walk with death, guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we movin, tell them niggas to do it
I sware we going ham, hope some them niggas sue me
Naibor on every block, this bitch ain’t got no heart
Shit ain’t really same, since Ronald Raigan banned rock
And we ain’t land on it, Mr. Raigan
But this gonna make us rich, Mr. Raigan
Wale like them Salom
She see me Friday, then go to Shamon
When I play with her box, she give the greatest top
She say these niggas is her pray, and she makes a lot
Word, how they say we not fly
How they say we not work
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little, before he converted
I’m on my Dean Sha-la, Imma get her right
On the bible, you can run, but you can’t hide

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

[Verse 3: Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebble so lifted
For the paper, the poperotzi so relished
For the mascot lives, teachers do sharades
That’s Malic, one behind the brass
Kuruption over cans, leave him leaking in the gass
Better remember, smell that chetter and sills
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My religion is kitchen, par performers
My pockets ain’t normal
Pholosify is rocks and weed, pot to lean, glocc to scream
Niggas clocking dollars, don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

[Verse 1]
Stepped in the party through the front door
I got a couple little bad bitches with us
You see the bottles, look at ’em shine, baby
I call your girl over, now you got your bitches
You say that I’m playing
But I’m taking that down tonight
And if your friends coming over to party
That means foreplay, ménage

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
Freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she fucking with the campaign
I ain’t worried ’bout nothing, not a damn thang
Dark Knight Lamborghini, Bruce Wayne
Give a fuck about my old hoe, I’m riding ’round in that new thang
Staring at your body, tryna do thangs
Throwing all these hunnids, girl, that’s loose change
And do it all for the ladies
Pop it, pop it for me

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 3]
This ain’t my first time, I’m shinin’, I been used to this shit
But it’s the first time I had your girl and her chain glued to my dick, ha
Picture me rollin’, 100 bad bitches, that pussy is soakin’
Nigga, this OHB, just me and my whoadies
Gold chains, don’t fuck up my clique though
No names, show up with that pistol
I’m pistol [?], I don’t need a scope
I let the thing ring out, adios

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Intro]
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios

[Verse 1]
My manager’s slacking so I gotta’ move quick
I’m lacking in natural gifts
I’m an ugly motherfucker but I work hella’ harder
And you can write a blog about it

[Chorus]
Can’t knock the hustle
Can’t knock the hustle
Leave a five star review and I’ll leave you one too
Can’t knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios

[Verse 2]
The future’s so bright I gotta’ poke my eyes out
Running up my credit cards
Sellin’ lemonade by the side of the road
You see it all from where you are

[Chorus]
Can’t knock the hustle
Can’t knock the hustle
Leave a five star review and I’ll leave you one too
Can’t knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios

[Bridge]
Nothing that you should be scared of
But you don’t want these footsteps in your flowerbeds
Don’t step to me
Don’t step to me
Don’t step to me
Bitch

[Verse 3]
Now you can criticize me for anything
I ain’t like them other boys
Higher education is the key to escape
But I never learned to roll a joint

[Chorus]
Can’t knock the hustle
Can’t knock the hustle
Leave a five star review and I’ll leave you one too
Can’t knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios

[Verse 1]
My room is dark, the blinds are shut tight
And everything is still too much outside
It may be over but not tonight
I may be older but I still cry

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I can’t stop sleeping in your clothes
You can’t stop calling on the phone

[Chorus]
Can’t you see I need recovery?
Just let it be, I need recovery

[Verse 2]
I’m holding on, I know I’m almost there
Storm reach out and tell me that you care
I’m finally sober, I see the light
The worst is over, nobody died

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’m still trying to let you go
Oh baby, please, leave me alone

[Chorus]
Can’t you see I need recovery?
Just let it be, I need recovery
I know you wanna say you’re sorry
But I don’t wanna hear that story
I don’t wanna be your fool anymore
Can’t you see I need recovery?

[Bridge]
Always thought you’d be the one
Who always needed me
My home, you’d be my home
Suddenly, your memory
In time is like an enemy, so cold

[Chorus]
Can’t you see I need recovery?
I know you wanna say you’re sorry
But I already heard that story
And I don’t wanna be your fool anymore

[Outro]
Can’t you see I need recovery?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
[?] jetski’s puerto rico waters
Cash for foregins
Call me Aston Martin Lawrence
Florence, the machine hunnit round machine of Florance
In the hood robbin, robbing hood feed the homeless
[?]
[?]
Rip the top off my wrist [?] left hook
Hurricane Chris left hook, Westbrooke
Diamond chains how you looking like stinky fingers
I be [?] with the technique
My V103 like bread street
Thats straight cash, me and Belly with [?]
40 sound like a plane crash

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Verse 2: Belly]
I’ve been reala
My pen illa’ (aye)
You softer than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla (yeah)
[?] who got the keys to my beamer
The [?] (aye)
Fuck the clout we define the culture
So they keep us in the vault just to sign the vultures (yeah)
Designer holsters, ferragamo loafers
Ove time, still balling thought my time was over (look)
Look, up north I’m the [?] and the duck sauce (woo)
Tryna shake the paranoia from the drugs off (yeah)
No love lost, but you know that love costs
You made me go and get my heart knock the dust off
Dust, dust off
Dust, dust off
[?], dust off
Shake the motherfucking dust off

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Outro: Belly]
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling calling
Dust, dust, dust, dust off
Dust, dust, dust, dust off