36 Rick Ross

When you take away the money
Success, the wealth is passed down
The ego, the hate, it’s all around
The ove, they love the dark side
Divide the bricks up like apartheid
The shit just don’t make sense
I kiss her on the forehead and make a brick
I got a hug, it reminded me of 36
I want my own operation
Gutta Dealership
Stop playing
I told 'em, stop waiting
Capitalism got us trapped
Capital F-U-C-K bitch
Went to the ocean and threw a zip
Cocaine sexy, I want a bad bitch
I said the stove is the real pimp
Whip it real hard like Rick Ross
I be talking out the ass, no shit mouth
When I’m at the bank don’t keep score
Sexy ladies walk by the door
Whip it real hard like Rick Ross
I be talking out hte ass, no shit mouth
When I’m at the bank don’t keep score
Sexy ladies walk by the door