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 [Verse 1 rick ross] 
I'mma tell you like this, nigga! 
I got a hundred gs on my line 
I ain't eating jacksons when I be in overtown 
Bitch I'm eatin' lavish, look up hoe, it's snowing now 
I just throw the cabbage, c-m-b gon' hold me down 
Got an odor in the attic, that's a couple pounds 
New rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou' 
Time to milk the game, bitch, I went and bought a cow 
My nigga gdk a goon, he'll gun you down 
Slid up on em with the stick, yeah, I sat him down 
My nigga nut so slick, they ain't pat him down 
I got a hundred niggas on my line 
A hundred squares at a time 
Nigga, hold it down 
[Hook rick ross] 
I'm addicted to money 
I'm addicted to chips 
My hoe was gay 
Now she addicted to dick (bitch!) 
Addicted to this 
Addicted to that 
I'm gettin' them stacks 
It's more addictive than crack! 
I'm addicted to money 
I'm addicted to chips 
My hoe was gay 
Now she addicted to dick (bitch!) 
Addicted to this 
Addicted to that 
I'm gettin' them stacks 
It's more addictive than crack! 
[Verse 2 birdman] 
Give the homie 10.5, want 75 a hit 
Whole thing straight raw, hundred gs a brick 
Hustling for a urge, moving them birds 
Strapped in the cut, got em' posted on the curb 
That h! we floodin' other states 
That fishtail bake well, chop it in the plate 
Them v12s move swell with the paper plates 
The homie fully loaded, so we strapped with a case 
Give you 10 squares for 750, nigga 
No talking homie drop it, then go? get it 
On the island, nigga, fresh with a 450 
Louis vuitton'd down, nigga, strapped 
Money how we livin' 
[Hook rick ross] 
[Verse 3 birdman] 
See them fresh, ow... boss of the south, nigga 
Boss out my mouth, nigga, boss, big house 
Yeah... so we do it, no drought 
No cost on your life when you're playing with the stripes 
Five mics, fiver-timer og blood 
Straight soldier, nigga, third world g blood 
Uptown nigga maxed out the work plug 
Benz 5 switching lanes with them white dubs 
[Verse 4 rick ross] 
Or them white fours, I'm ducking them white folks 
Yeah, my pockets fat, I don't fuck with no lipo 
I keep that chopper with me, I call it my geico 
Trigger hair pin, drop it and it might blow 
I get them grenades, we call 'em bye-byes 
It hit your escalade, pussy nigga, bye-bye 
Pussy nigga, bye-bye... 
Two-hundred on the dash, nigga, bye-bye... 
[Hook rick ross] 
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