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In Vein Lyrics - Mastermind - Rick Ross

I don't got a single sober vein in my body 

I don't got a single sober vein in my body 

 

Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy 

I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy 

And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy 

So ride it out for me, and take it off for me 

It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe 

Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time 

She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it 

But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide 

Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it 

Private elevator goin' straight to my unit 

All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy 

All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy 

Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless 

Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is 

 

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Tour bus like a National Geographic 

 

Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom 

 

It makes me smile, it makes me smile 

Cause I got it 

It makes me smile, it makes me smile 

 

Cause I got it 

All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece 

 

But now we got it 

 

Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me 

I don't got a single sober vein in my body 

 

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Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari 

Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us 

Condo blow money, like it's all dope money 

Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord 

Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money 

Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm 

Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it 

I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield 

Got the [?] went and bought the crib25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life100 acres, keep my 

shooters all through the night 

Every chandelier rented, one-mil20 chandelier's moterfucker who real 

I just wanna show her what I live like 

Wearing a white burqa on a winter night 

Fuck a burqa now she in the Bentley 

That's when she went and tatted double M GNow I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap 

She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact 

I give her game and she give it back 

Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more 

Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close 

They scream Maybach on the cell blocks 

All my dogs who used to sell Glocks 

They say the niggas in the jail talk 

How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows25-to-life 

dead wrong on the cell phone 

It makes me smile, it makes me smile 

Cause I got it 

It makes me smile, it makes me smile 

Cause I got it 

All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece 

But now we got it 

Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me 

I don't got a single sober vein in my body 

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