SHAQ & KOBE (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Meek Mill

Composed by：Robert Rihmeek Williams/William Leonard Roberts II

Produced by：D-Mo Did It/Fresh Ayr

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 ******* it's still ain't amusin'

I ain't

I pick and choose put on my jewels it's like I lit the 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 it 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 totin' 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 out got that nigga slatt

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

Hustlin' twenty-four hours

Twenty-four hours

Too much money and power

Stumble into the penthouse with a baddie to **** in the shower

Huh

Too much money and power

Too much

Hustlin' twenty-four hours

I left a team of 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 read had impediments

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 'til the shots rang

Six niggas layin' on the same box spring

How you dead broke but got a d**e charge

Gotta rob a bank just to post bond

Huh

Got this chopper with me for the close calls

Helicopter on the roof 'cause I won't walk

God

Killin' niggas in the streets I call it a feast

Twenty million I can see and all in a week

Boss

We only on the yachts with tequila shots

Huh

It's only paperwork now when we leave the lot

Calamari in California yeah I want a kiss

All you envious devil demons you can suck a d**k

*****

I hope you die slow with your blindfold

Huh

Your ***** still at home with her mind blown

Huh

I got a pool of parrots and some buffalos

Woo

And I got a pool in Paris in a bungalow

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Still flippin' numbers talking summer sauce

Everybody get to eat that's what a winner called

Double M

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

Hustlin' twenty-four hours

Too much money and power

Stumble into the penthouse with a baddie to **** in the shower

Huh

Too much money and power

Too much

Hustlin' twenty-four hours

Some of this **** too good to be true

M-M-M