What A Shame - Rick Ross, French Montana

What a shame, what a shame

Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga

This is it, boy

Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan

Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan

When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan

And a nigga rich, haaaan

Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga

Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga

Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it’s me

Bordeaux Polo, smoke eternal weed

No room for nonsense, you under new ownership

Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses

Fuck the rumors, now I’m standing in a room with ya

Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols

We the knights of the templar

Born dopeboy, oh, I should’ve been

Def Jam see me as a threat now

Hundred mill, any less is a let down

Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars

Snatch a nigga chain just for posing on the blog

Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark

Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job

Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga

Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga

Getting money while them other boys bitter

I’m an artist and my niggas are the realest

What a shamme pussy niggas wear glitter

Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer

Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga

Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga