Rick Ross - In Vein Lyrics
[Intro: The Weeknd]I don't got a single sober vein in my body (x2)[Verse 1: The Weeknd]Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messyI see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazyAnd doin' shows after shows got me so lazySo ride it out for me, and take it off for meIt's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibeDon't you ever threaten niggas with a good timeShe wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell itBut she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wideCause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use itPrivate elevator goin' straight to my unitAll my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback *****All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in StussyCan't nobody stop me, used to be homelessNow that penthouse at the Ritz where my home isTour bus like a National Geographic*****es runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom[Hook: The Weeknd]It makes me smile, it makes me smileCause I got itIt makes me smile, it makes me smileCause I got itAll the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a pieceBut now we got itMan look at the kid now, can nobody stop meI don't got a single sober vein in my body[Verse 2: Rick Ross]***** it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new FerrariOld money, I just 'fraid the lord with usCondo blow money, like it's all dope moneyCome short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lordMo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know moneyBel-Air running down the Rollie on her armPinky ring six-hundred, what you know about itI'm the champ, baby, Real Deal HolyfieldGot the [?] went and bought the crib25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life100 acres, keep my shooters all through the nightEvery chandelier rented, one-mil20 chandelier's moter*****er who realI just wanna show her what I live likeWearing a white burqa on a winter night***** a burqa now she in the BentleyThat's when she went and tatted double M GNow I ballin' deep, deeper than the rapShe give me brain she a mastermind to be exactI give her game and she give it backSip syrup so I ***** slow, sip more I wanna ***** moreGotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap closeThey scream Maybach on the cell blocksAll my dogs who used to sell GlocksThey say the niggas in the jail talkHow your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone[Hook]
