Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island ( Lyrics)
Tell them niggas, “Get in line,” they ain’t got no money
None, brrt, brrt
Spent thirty-five million on my jet, nigga
Woo
Week later, spent another thirty-five million
Woah, double M
On a palace on motherfuckin’ Star Island
ATL Jacob, he a fuckin’ millionaire
Take notes, nigga
Huh
Life up easy
Lot, a lot of riders on it
A lot, ruckus
I play greasy
What?, it ain’t no plottin’ on me
No plottin’, brrt
She too easy, I told the bro to lob her for me
Throw that out
If I catch you cheatin’, I’ll buy you a watch, we probably gon’ rob you for it
A lot of money
A lot
You ain’t never countin’ no money ‘til you get tired of money
Woo
Totin’, runnin’ ‘round, right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me
Brrt
Homie a clown, get hit in his head, you see on fire on ‘em
Switchy on the pound, rip through his Louis felt like it’s fire on him, it’s hot
I’m with Ricky, me and my sticky
Boss
Right in the rear view, niggas tricky
I got twenty hoes right now, but only gon’ two ‘cause I’m picky
Pullin’ a Rolls-Royce through my old hood, it ain’t no way they could miss me
No way
She was on demon time, lil’ ho-ho
Huh, it ain’t no way she could kiss me
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
I just sniped a famous bitch and cut her like she OJ
She was tryna play with me, I’ma text her on her birthday
For what?
For what?
Just to ask her if she okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Meek, I love it, nigga
I love it
I love it
I love it, yes
M-M-
Jokić and Murray, you know we determined
Sendin’ my shooters like a movie, I’m closin’ your curtains
Uh
Kobe and Shaq
Shaq, the bottles are black
Black
The nine inches to you bitches and all of you rats
Rat
Why you countin’ my pockets?
Pockets
Bitches DM my bitches
Bitches
IRS sheet been talkin’, real estate is extensive
Extensive
My money retarded
Ha, since you niggas is dummies
Dummy
And my label the largest
M-M-, I just came for the money
Brrt
I’m not dissin’ you niggas
Nah
I’m just tippin’ the killers
Biggest
We can share all the women
Woo
I’m not gettin’ no feelings
Hahaha
Africa to Nairobi
Nairobi
I got kids in the village
Village
Yes, they call me, “Don dada”
Don dada
Been through pain and they feel it
Uh
Put the hoes on a bus
Bus
We could jump on a jet
Jet
737, I’ma jump on the next
Hahaha
Them fake ass lab diamonds
Lab
Left a lump on your neck
Lab
I gave your bitch a double M, it ain’t none but baguettes
Baguettes
Yes, baguettes
It’s too good to be true
M-M-
They can’t believe we pulled it off, nigga
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