Rick Ross – Bill Gates Lyrics

(Intro)
Call me Bill Gates
I told that bi**h to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me
Uh, ya heard me
I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me
And imma come through when you need me bi**h
Ya heard me bi**h
Bi**h, ya heard me bi**h

(Verse 1)
Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas
Ni**as is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever
Court dates and caskets I’m tryna stay composed
Out on bond, on the run, won’t ever sell my soul
Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil
At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels
Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall
I got a bi**h who licking balls my back against the wall
All black photographs that speak a million words
One selfie with me and they think you’re dealing birds

(Chorus)
Louis towels and the Gucci slides
Bill Gates still real when it’s out of style
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and i’m about to build a benihana
Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I’m still straight
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

(Verse 2)
Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats
Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices
All my people eat at the table when we say our grace
One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place
Twelve disciples, I got two shooters ni**a ten bodies
Caught a few ni**as living think that I ain’t bout it
Thinkin shirts blood stained come with the drug game
Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains
Public defenders say a number and you ni**as tremble
Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we’ll put a bullet in you

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat
Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat
Ni**as follow me in hopes of finding my stash box
In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top
Look around I smile at you as I’m looking down
Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud
I put my ni**as on they feet we can’t be f**king up
So f**k a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants

(2nd Chorus)
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and i’m about to build a benihana
Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I’m still straight
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

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