John feat. Rick Ross

.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world and nigga, and I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fucking address I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black nigga and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop Count the profits, you could bring them in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans, kick them off they might be hot, swish I'm swimming in the yellow bitch In the red, 9-11 looking devilish Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought he were bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Talk stupid get your head popped I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox Big B's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip, then roll the window up Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she say she finnin' cum Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see you looking with your looking ass nigga You don't know the rules, kill them all and keep moving If I die today, it'd be a holiday I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip your ass apart, then I put myself together Y-M-C-M-B, Double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch going to bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny, mama? Only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather around, got gifts for each and all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, yeah