(Verse 1 – Nas)
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before 21 out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets in the dresser
She not asking questions
She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket resting
Weed so loud they got surround sound
Smoking good s**t cause they tryna take me back to some hood s**t
Any club, any fly fair
If they start shooting all they remember is Nas was there
Some homies of yours banging affiliation on their personal time
Conflict with business can hurt down the line
It’s something that you ain’t have nothing to do with
Your man conversation end up getting you hit
Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters
Strippers, dealers and killers, leaches and opportunists
Where I come from it’s ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through your
You wouldn’t get that from me though, you’d overlook me
Looking like I just get to that money and stay in some pu**y
Got a pretty real dope life
Fly ni**a from the other side, hecklers, PKs, 9’s and .45’s
7.62’s, deer hunting rifle shells, life is hell
Pu*** sweeter than wine tasting
But we won’t self indict ourselves
Be our own prosecutor, won’t 25 to life ourselves
We bout that moolah, rich shooters
(Chorus – Rick Ross & Nas)
You getting money, got a body then you one of us
Trust
You getting money, got a body then you one of us
(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
Calculating, touching money, these ni**as masturbating
Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated
Double-M umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter
Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at you
Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, catch me on that other side
Foreign cars, private jets, high rate of homicide
Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds, they for my white bi**h
Atheist, but her pu**y could be so righteous
Follow the rules, never let a man take your jewels
And if he do, double back make sure he make the news
It ain’t arrest, they ain’t a pu**y til it’s time to bust
You getting money, got a body then you one of us
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Rick Ross)
Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back
Only one in the studio that could get a pack
Raw deal, rob a ni**a like it’s on my appeal
Closest friends do us best, regardless how I feel
Went to the line and got em bi**hes on the same day
Straight to the jeweler, and did the watches the same way
Young sav on face time, talking cake time
Next crib I build got cross state lines
Ni**as hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve
And half the team, got the choppers with the shoulder slings
It ain’t a rust, stay in the trap til you a hundred up
You getting money, got a body then you one of us
(Repeat Chorus)
