Amsterdam (阿姆斯特丹) (Album Version|Explicit) - Rick Ross Maybach sh*t Cameras in the ceiling Céline on my arm We get Ghosts you already know what it is Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach sh*t Bright lights and dark corners it's night embark on us Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer Nothing to lose I was starving from the start Now the same cat drive in Jaguars Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me Lamborghini middle of the ghetto smoke a fat fifty Billionaire bid wrists on chill Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil These boys going blind they just happy being free In a world of so many I just wanted me a key Sheesh I just wanted me a piece Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all deceased These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine Amsterdam in the air tomorrow on my mind I'm Barry Gordy to the streets I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Raw blood hundred acres each to live on Real ni**a to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through the beats D**e boy you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick Always running late quick to show up with your b**ch The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish All stainless steel quick to match it with my tool and Red carpet event the m*******a be lit Red or blue do you as long as you're getting rich Crack game champagne kilos on the stock exchange Rolls Royce new Ghost that's a ni**a pocket change
These niggas acting like they want a war When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards Ni**a you a b**ch where yo Honda Accord I'm riding in some sh*t only I can afford Shouldn't claim the hood til you build a report Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour I'm laughing at the people who label me poor Now I piss on Europeans you'd think it was porn
Real ni**a to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through the beatsDope boy you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf I'm speaking on unwritten laws - the code of the streets I'm not the type of ni**a that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
And do what the f**k you want to do Niggas like me you gotta get permission homie And that could take a long time In that time I'ma handle my muthaf**kin' business Ruugh Ruugh It's the Red Light district ni**a this Amsterdam
Wherever the f**k I'm at It's a no go We green-light you b**ch niggas Rozay
