Rick Ross - Pandemonium Lyrics
(feat. Meek Mill, Wale)3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the moneystraight flights[Rick Ross]I live by the cold wardrove from round the globeall I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stovegeneral electric, perfected, cooking them O'sno more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaveshoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these niggasstanding flat footed, I'm on my toesfroze, pandemonium overdosepaparazzi in the trees, please curtains closedArmadillo cigars, killers who like to play golfpreparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoffplaying for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get offI run the city just pull up and drop the kid offwelcome to organised crimemoney got me excited, I'm coming four or five timesthe '45 for you niggas with 9 livesPenthouse on college, money long as Ocean driveblack Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the ?my place spacious, smoking aces in LagosFeds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogueissue you your warrant, informant, ***** I've been a bosscounting money stacks, your's counter-fittedI made my money back, when your accountant didn'twent against the odds, its only one Rozaymy nigga OKAY[Chorus]I got a penny in my pocketmillion in the trunkstarted in the back, now we the niggas in the frontstep out on the block all the *****es they still in shockget a piece of ***** then take my niggas to shopPandemonium, causing pandemoniumhalf a million for the same car we rolling inPandemonium, pandemoniumwe the number 1 niggas your ***** notice it[Meek Mill]Million ways to make this money, you gon get iton the grind 24/7 I'm with itYSL swagger, wrist wear frigidjumping out the Phantom like a mutha*****ing midgetmoney knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?"it's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "goin get it"cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minuteLamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend itI'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of itthree's for the *****es that be *****ing for the hoe of itfour for my niggas that be stacking and then blowing ityou would think I had a curfew the way I'm going inlook at what we rolling in, causing pandemoniumpapi got them keys in, he like my custodianI was tryna bag a brick you was NickelodeonI was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving itWe's part the reason that them Churches got some servicesthe morgue could afford just cause we was doing murderingnigga called my phone talking reckless I ain't heard of it***** ya girl, give her back I'm courteousI can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nickiand be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morningcatch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Parisfrom Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em allwanna ***** em allhad my niggas down so I'm screaming ***** the lawmonday night wrestling, I'm so *****ing rawshe gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her offI'm way harder than the concreteI say what my mind speakword to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piecefor the low that 9 cheapcall me if you want it, haters see meand I'm staying got 'em sick to they stomach[Chorus][Wale]Whole time, see that fly shit I've been onall the girlfriends fall in line from my spin offthat's game ***** ain't shitnudies? and some J sixwhere I'm from it's coldand niggas get at you like handkerchiefsGod bless you unless you was disrespectful*****es dissappoint you but money won't ever stress youthey say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth downso all that shit you niggas kicking with worried aboutcatch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and halfflyest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad***** I got a right to brag***** I got a right to boastpresidential suite and *****and I never use my right to votemy vision enormous, my *****'s is gorgeousand I am dead serious, ***** I spit with embalmingshout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammadthat boa shit we get paid with death over dishonorI'm known as Obama's don't I know no-one in congressthese *****es love me all the way, u got sorta's and kinda'ssort of remind you, why you don't call no vaginalets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquiresquietly becoming a top tenyou dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere?, earth tones in the winterPurp rolled in a rillowI am on my John LithgowOut of this 3rd Rock, nigga it it outI am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouchwhat the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier ***** yourselfI can see your album comingthat shits like a sucker punchhere for breakfast, ***** for lunchdinner time she bring a friendwrite my shit so viciousy'all are like snitches you can't see the penalways on some new shit CNNshittin on these niggas like I need a pen[Chorus]
