Headache Lyrics - Hood Billionaire - Rick Ross

Haan! 

Rozay! 

Haan! 

Small talk, give me a headache 

Fuck boys, give me a headache 

Fake bitches, give me a headache 

Little money, give me a headache 

All them fake jewels give me a headache 

Bitch fake bag, give me a headache 

Hating niggas give me a headache 

Hating bitches give me a headache 

Vaca where you niggas aren't 

100 chains, I'm cold blooded 

Land on your head nigga, no luggage 

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It get hot up in the streets, We always cooking beef 

Why are you telling on the gang, could of took a plea 

Young shooters we recruiting like we Booker T 

Hit em in the club so he went and took a seat 

Nigga leaking like a album week before release 

Use to run the world, now he barely on his feet 

Ski mask in the suite, sticks in the uber 

Tailgating on the streets, bricks in the cooler 

Getting money, never cared that LeBron left 

Cause I thought that getting wealthy was the concept 

I just want to be the richest, they say I'm the nicest 

Money team 1990, I'm Michael Tyson 

Get your money IRS, give me a headache 

Every record that them niggas make, give me a headache 

Arizona weed, give me a headache 

Bitches lying on me, give me a headache 

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Small talk, give me a headache 

Fuck boys, give me a headache 

Fake bitches, give me a headache 

Little money, give me a headache 

All them fake jewels give me a headache 

Bitch fake bag, give me a headache 

Hating niggas give me a headache 

Hating bitches give me a headache 

Vaca where you niggas aren't 

100 chains, I'm cold blooded 

Land on your head nigga, no luggage 

Valet at the spot, they put my name on it 

Fuck her like a beat, you know I came on it 

Root got a league, I make it rain on it 

I kill for your prayer, do the same on it 

Wood seats at the game, they call it Ricky row 

She dancin' on my dick until she tippy-toe 

Pullin' on them pistols till they tapping out 

Tink, tink, tink, tink, tink 

Blue denim jeans, black bite jacket 

Propofol, a nigga had a mic habit 

Lean to the left, lean to the right 

[?] get you buried on sight 

Weak links in the [?], give me a headache 

We never get em cause we hit em double MOB 

Hood Billionaire but a bird on it 

Be a man, know your word, now you worth somethin' 

Small talk, give me a headache 

Fuck boys, give me a headache 

Fake bitches, give me a headache 

Little money, give me a headache 

All them fake jewels give me a headache 

Bitch fake bag, give me a headache 

Hating niggas give me a headache 

Hating bitches give me a headache 

Vaca where you niggas aren't 

100 chains, I'm cold blooded 

Land on your head nigga, no luggage 

[?], give me a headache 

My baby momma, give me a headache 

Looking through this fog, give me a headache 

Talking to you [?], give me a headache 

Wake up in the morning, with a headache 

Mixing white and brown, give me a headache 

Closet like fashion week, [?] on 

[?] from Lebanese, Lebanon