Dead Presidents (美钞) (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Future/Jeezy/Yo Gotti
Written by：William Leonard Roberts II
Rather you than me
If you've been f**king with me since Port of Miami
It's been hell of a f**king journey
Maybach Music
Ain't nun' changed ni**a
Lil' stronger lil' wiser maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
F**k it
Beat Billionaire
I'm pulling off the lot I bought the cash
Her future bright don't give a f**k about her past
Her a** be looking good inside the leggings
But I know that she's missing all the edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy got rich ni**a calisthenics
Walking in the court room sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these b**ches is a fetish R. Kelly
Fully loaded 60s smoking on a seven all ready
Your dawg get a dime you never wrote a letter
Still in a box got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people f**king with the presser
I got a chopper but don't make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
They go to war yeah all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences fair fair sentences
Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent
I got thirty white b**ches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money ni**a I make blood money
On my third passport and I'm geechie as f**k
I got wet stripper p**sy at the airport
I got molly green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
F**k this Philippine p**sy in some house shoes
I got d**e money ni**a I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer ain't no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news all front pages
Gunning and catching bodies ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
They rocking two times in a row that's a repeat
And I'm f**king niggas hoes cus they easy
I'm in here f**king niggas wives balls breezy
She gotta f**k like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs
I make a movie every single f**king day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
They go to war yeah all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences fair fair sentences
Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent
Let's go
Hands on these niggas got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
F**k you niggas woes when I was ashing ni**a
Loafers in the chop I keep it classy ni**a
Build a empire yeah that's whats my state of mind
Motherf**k 'em all yeah that's whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam
D**e boy prez you know who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Never riding dirty in the extra car
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
They go to war yeah all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences fair fair sentences
Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent
