Paper Plates - Mr. Mauricio, Rick Ross, Yo Gotti

Ricky Rozay aka Pharaoh Dinero

Mauricio, I got this, nigga, sit back

A.I.

on the crossover

Name a nigga floss more

The crib worth 30

The record label burnin'

Hottest team on the turf

Fat Trel, put in work

Trill nigga still on the rise

Throwback, black Karl Kani

Got these sticks back in '96

Cocaine cowboy, howdy howdy, bitch

Trappin' so long 'til it’s in the pores

Made a hundred racks before you hit the chorus

Maybach, 5 lives in the Taurus

Niggas froze up when they saw us

We the ones started out the poets

Poor student, natural born poet

Blue SL, got the centerfold

Sittin' passenger, got a centerfold

New model Benz, new model bitch

We just livin' life, dope dealer rich

Who got it?

We got it

Who done it?

We did it

One hunnid, we livin'

Get money, do business

Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me

I’m still in the streets eatin', paper plates

The chopper make a nigga Milly Rock

I’m tryna buy the whole city block

I got fed allegations, nigga

And you a mothafuckin' city cop

Mauricio!

Let the beat drop

I’ma Smurda dance till the Lamborghini lot

SKRRRRT!

Closed lips, we don’t talk a lot

Nigga used to whip it out the coffee pot

Can’t remove black youngster

This money turned a nigga to a monster, I am

I got the game from my mama

Hundred round, nigga I’m the drummer

Battle of the bands

I’ll never take the stance

Told you niggas I’m a general

Got the soldiers on command

Blue SL, got the centerfold

Sittin' passenger, got a centerfold

New model Benz, new model bitch

We just livin' life, dope dealer rich

Who got it?

We got it

Who done it?

We did it

One hunnid, we livin'

Get money, do business

Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me

I’m still in the streets eatin', paper plates

Dope boy Troy, you ain’t nothin' like me

I buy a pack of white tees and pack some white keys (coke!)

One when it’s hot, one in the pot, sizzle

You can find either one in the drop, riddle

I just bought a Benz with the price of Lamb'

But show the new 'Rari, I was like, «Damn!»

I could fuck up the hood, they won’t understand

Backdoor, the feds might come for a nigga, man

I’ma do it, fuck it, I’ma do it

I just had a half a million and I ran through it

350 on my condo, I paid cash

A hundred on the car, another 50 just for laughs

Hahahahaha I’m laughin' straight to the bank

And I don’t give a fuck what a pussy nigga think

And I will shoot a nigga dead if they even fuckin' blink

I’m the wrong one, but the right one to get you play

Blue SL, got the centerfold

Sittin' passenger, got a centerfold

New model Benz, new model bitch

We just livin' life, dope dealer rich

Who got it?

We got it

Who done it?

We did it

One hunnid, we livin'

Get money, do business

Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me

I’m still in the streets eatin', paper plates

All gas, no brakes

All gas, no brakes

All gas, no brakes

All gas, no brakes

All gas, no brakes

All gas, no brakes

All gas, no brakes

All gas, no brakes