Fisker - Rick Ross, Stalley

Humble this, humble that

Underrated this, underrated that

This year I’m pulling up on niggas boy

Correct

I just hopped out in a fisker

Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullshit

(?) fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow

These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major

Since Skypager I been getting paper, single

Ronald my feet in all flavors, I’m labelled

With a bad chick from Barbados

She thick like she putting sugar in the mashed potatoes

Rolling cookies from the coast getting elevated

Putting haters in hell, oh well they just mad I made it

Let it burn

I’m at the top, wait your turn

I be smoking so much all these ashes fill their urn

Talking what I earn

I’m still spinning from '09 this rapping a goldmine

I’m running through the goal line

My day ones protect me like the Denver Broncos O-line

I’m Payton in his prime, quarterback and calling shots

How he black and call the cops

I used to be a hard top fanatic until I copped a drop

Threw Ds on that boy and got rid of all the stocks

All these Air Ones in my closet you’d think I had Nike stocks

BCG Stan socks, vintage Daytona watch

The Paul Newman, car boomin' like a stick of dynamite

Setting shit off these other bitches ain’t rhyming right

(Bitches ain’t rhyming right)

(I'm setting shit off, these other bitches ain’t rhyming right)

I just hopped out in a fisker

Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullshit

(?) fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow

These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major

I just hopped out in a fisker

Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullshit

(?) fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow

These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major

Correct

Humble this, humble that

Underrated this, underrated that

This year I’m pulling up on niggas boy

Correct