Rick Ross - Mafia Music (Instrumental)

Lyrics i got a feelin nigga really that my money be the root look up at the stars she like honey where the roof? pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof even once had a job pourin tar up on a roof that boy had it hard no facade its the truth so now when i Menage and get massaged its the proof proofs in the pudding & that bakin sodas takin.. paper that im makin got her takin photos naked listenin to niggas like whistlin at wendy williams i flip my middle finga im chillin on 20 million the rumors turn me on im masterbatin at the top these hoes so excited they catchin every drop im dodgin the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica we cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres martin had a dream bob got high i still do both but somehow i got by Creflo pray mike vick payed bobby brown stray whitney lost weight kimbo slice on the pad when i write that mayweather money lookin funny in the light but who really cares we just throw it in the air celebrating wealth pourin moet in her hair excuse me her weave the blue is a weave trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese that boy get salad beef bout movements BM dubs on them big thangs lookin foolish shawty sittin low big thangs poppin tip on the glock from a crip up in compton shootin at the cops fuck one time i gave her to the block i fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga u lil trey suppress ya appetite we takin ya lil tray love my handgun but my choppa still the shit banned in 1994 but im to legit to quit 1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofin that shit be bad for ya skin niggas was ruthless and lord knows that ive sinned but i thought about my future in the loops i could pin walked out on a gig and i turned to the streets kept my name low key i aint heard from in weeks i came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically i did it for the city but now everybody mad at me mothafuck em all they sweat from my balls if i drop anotha album i did that for my dogs 10 maybachs everybody ridin big i just sit back like look what i did then i bow my head and beg for forgiveness once i said my prayer everybody back to business smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant people lookin from a distance think im big daddy kunk reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat a farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork niggas aint loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughin at you cuz kill you niggas when im bored we steppin on ya crew until you mothafuckas crush and makin sweet love to every women that you lust I love to pay her bills cant wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama I aint askin for a cent Burn the house down gotta buy another dont forget the gas can jealous stupid mothafucka to another chapter paper that i captured caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter homicide is humor and nigga you lookin funny women love to stare cuz they know they see the money i open up my mind by openenin bank accoun