Rick Ross, Elijah Blake - Presidential
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Исполнители: Rick Ross, Elijah Blake
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Get Money! Get Money!
[Intro: Elijah Blake]
Girl, I think you're special,
Strictly presidential.
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
You know the crib on the water now,
The Maybach stay watered down,
Project niggas giving orders now,
The gold Presidential just to sport around.
I'm from the era of fitted caps and rental cars,
Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads,
Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling,
Happy Hanukkah, nigga, it's a wonderful feeling.
Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me dap,
Lyor like how I move, Warner right in my lap,
I made a few mils, ain't mentioning Meek,
Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released.
Bitches, they keep coming, Billie Jean thumping,
I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning,
I ain't missing nothing, got her sipping something,
I could ship her something, you know, that December coming.
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Girls and green is all you need,
When you're a star baby, a star babe.
We all dream of royalty,
But that's who we are, baby.
All I ever need is girls and green.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
They see me leaning in some new shit,
Now it's gold Presidentials for the crew shit,
Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship,
I'm a boss, have you ass on a news clip.
She a dime, but she gotta be a cool bitch,
Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch,
Needed some cash, so she asked me, could she move shit,
Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish.
I was skipping the classes, but I got me a master,
I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest,
Fishscale made me major profit margins,
I'm a profit stuffing my pockets, you, niggas, starving.
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I'm with this pretty bitch,
Eighty grand, rubber band for some silly shit,
She on that Alexander Wang,
Gold Presidential Venus, when I change the game.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
She wanna roll with a winner now,
So I let her roll with the windows down,
My nigga's up the road come and get it now,
60-40, no! We split it up the middle now.
Shawty's said the word, I was talking that talk,
Maybe link up New York, that's awesome as fuck,
I never been in love, until I heard a beat,
She never met a G, until she heard of me.
Third floor projects, feel my point of view,
Everything is number two, that's when it come to you,
Isabel Marant sneakers till the summer through,
Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do.
Baby girl got that wet wet,
I repeat: wet wet,
I'm the boss and I'm on that,
White T, gold Rolex.
[Hook]
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Her shoe game remarkable,
I feel solely responsible,
I feel solely responsible.
[Intro: Elijah Blake]
Girl, I think you're special,
Strictly presidential.
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
You know the crib on the water now,
The Maybach stay watered down,
Project niggas giving orders now,
The gold Presidential just to sport around.
I'm from the era of fitted caps and rental cars,
Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads,
Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling,
Happy Hanukkah, nigga, it's a wonderful feeling.
Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me dap,
Lyor like how I move, Warner right in my lap,
I made a few mils, ain't mentioning Meek,
Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released.
Bitches, they keep coming, Billie Jean thumping,
I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning,
I ain't missing nothing, got her sipping something,
I could ship her something, you know, that December coming.
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Girls and green is all you need,
When you're a star baby, a star babe.
We all dream of royalty,
But that's who we are, baby.
All I ever need is girls and green.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
They see me leaning in some new shit,
Now it's gold Presidentials for the crew shit,
Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship,
I'm a boss, have you ass on a news clip.
She a dime, but she gotta be a cool bitch,
Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch,
Needed some cash, so she asked me, could she move shit,
Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish.
I was skipping the classes, but I got me a master,
I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest,
Fishscale made me major profit margins,
I'm a profit stuffing my pockets, you, niggas, starving.
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I'm with this pretty bitch,
Eighty grand, rubber band for some silly shit,
She on that Alexander Wang,
Gold Presidential Venus, when I change the game.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
She wanna roll with a winner now,
So I let her roll with the windows down,
My nigga's up the road come and get it now,
60-40, no! We split it up the middle now.
Shawty's said the word, I was talking that talk,
Maybe link up New York, that's awesome as fuck,
I never been in love, until I heard a beat,
She never met a G, until she heard of me.
Third floor projects, feel my point of view,
Everything is number two, that's when it come to you,
Isabel Marant sneakers till the summer through,
Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do.
Baby girl got that wet wet,
I repeat: wet wet,
I'm the boss and I'm on that,
White T, gold Rolex.
[Hook]
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Her shoe game remarkable,
I feel solely responsible,
I feel solely responsible.
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