Pandemonium (feat. Wale & Rick Ross)

歌詞

3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money Straight flights I live by the cold war Drove from round the globe All I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove General electric, perfected, cooking them O's No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves Hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas Standing flat footed, I'm on my toes Froze, pandemonium overdose Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf Preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff Playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off Welcome to organised crime Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times The '45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive Black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the ? My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss Counting money stacks, your's counter-fitted I made my money back, when your accountant didn't Went against the odds, its only one Rozay My n-gga OKAY I got a penny in my pocket Million in the trunk Started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock Get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it Million ways to make this money, you gon get it On the grind 24/7 I'm with it YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid Jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget Money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?" It's Benjy, tell my lil n-gga "goin get it" Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it Three's for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it Four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it You would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it We's part the reason that them Churches got some services The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering N-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it F-ck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki And be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all Wanna f-ck em all Had my n-ggas down so I'm screaming f-ck the law Monday night wrestling, I'm so f-cking raw She gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off I'm way harder than the concrete I say what my mind speak Word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece For the low that 9 cheap Call me if you want it, haters see me And I'm staying got 'em sick to they stomach Whole time, see that fly sh-t I've been on All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off Thats game b-tch aint sh-t Nudies? and some J six Where I'm from it's cold And n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down So all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half Flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad Bitch I got a right to brag Bitch I got a right to boast Presidential suite and bitch And I never use my right to vote My vision enormous, my bitch's is gorgeous And I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming Shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad That boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor I'm known as Obama's don't I know no-one in congress These bitches love me all the way, u got sorta's and kinda's Sort of remind you, why you don't call no vagina Lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires Quietly becoming a top ten You dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere ?, earth tones in the winter Purp rolled in a rillow I am on my John Lithgow Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out I am on my Tom Brady y'all n-ggas is Eric Crouch What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself I can see your album coming That shits like a sucker punch Here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch Dinner time she bring a friend Write my sh-t so vicious Y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen Always on some new sh-t CNN Sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen