Rich Is Gangsta Lyrics - Mastermind - Rick Ross

If you don't know 

I'm finna break it down 

I just upped my stock, fuck them cops 

If you love hip-hop bust them shots 

Your man is priceless, if your man's loyal 

Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it 

If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay 

No Adidas but I rock a brick a day 

Talk about the jewels outta reach 

Nigga please, so I came back with a bigger piece 

You still smokin' weed on your car chase 

I'm pullin' off the car lot screaming: "God's great!" 

Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate 

Elevators like Frank's on Scarface 

New Presidential had that pavé 

Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale 

Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover 

Told Warner Brothers that the game's over 

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For me to move forward from here on I need 50 

I ain't talking 50 Cent neither nigga, haha 

I came back a rich nigga 

Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter 

They want me face down on the pavement 

Gang members claimin' I need to make a payment 

It's hard for a young black executive 

Can't you see we're all fucking relatives 

Relatively easy we can go to war 

Fuck it, we can go to war 

Chasing me a hundred million, that's inshallah 

Fresh up out the Feds system, welcome home Jabar 

I watch him pray five times a day, nigga 

Same one that used to moved the yay' nigga 

AK's in his heyday, nigga 

Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga 

Got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, nigga 

Cocaine worth much more than gold, nigga 

So what's your goals, nigga? 

All my shit went gold, nigga 

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I remember smokin' mid grade 

Till I went and got my shit straight 

I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape 

Till they seen a Ghost with a temp plate 

Sittin' in the trap blowing thick smoke 

Traffic in my dope, with a thick ho 

Feds tore apart the squad, nigga 

That's why I had to play the part, nigga 

That wasn't me, it was a job, nigga 

It gets deeper, that was just a start, nigga 

Screamin' in my sleep, I know Lord hear me 

Death to you fuckboys, on my 4th Bentley 

Gangsta, nigga 

Rich is gangsta, nigga 

This is gangsta, nigga 

Yeah, rich is gangsta, nigga 

You know where we came from 

Look where we at