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 [Intro rick ross] 
This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga 
Follow me 
[Rick ross - verse 1] 
I'm so sophisticated 
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated 
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated 
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment 
I'm from the city where the muslims even christians hate it 
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it 
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated 
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated 
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated 
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated 
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your conversation 
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination 
Made another two milli just off the compilation 
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit amazing 
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she jamaican 
Sippin' purple and that muthafucker concentrated 
This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated 
[Hook rick ross] 
This the mob so you gotta get initiated 
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment 
We going hard, run it back just like it's walter payton 
The game's sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (ugh) 
We so sophisticated (ugh) 
Shit so sophisticated (woop) 
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (ugh) 
[Rick ross - verse 2] 
I'm so sophisticated 
Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later 
I bust her open then I tell her I'ma lick her later 
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it's activator 
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading 
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating 
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating 
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be calculated 
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated 
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking petty 
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, makaveli 
Fifty million, hundred million, it's accumulating 
I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain't it 
I got a bitch I'm fucking that you see on bet 
My lil' haiti shooters will have yo ass on tmz 
Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key 
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas “c'est la vie” 
[Hook] 
[Verse 3 meek mill] 
Shittin' on these haters, ball hard d-waiters 
Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors 
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors 
But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper 
But I'm so rich and I got yo bitch 
All in my whip and she all on my dick 
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib 
'cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit 
'cause I burn shit down, yea I'm in my bag 
And these niggas so mad it's my turn now 
And I get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated 
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters 
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper 
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator 
Boy you an imitator 
You ain't got no m's in yo account, I never ask my amount 
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce 
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce 
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word 
[Hook] 
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