Blk & Wht - Rick Ross A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Nigga crib so big it's a damn shame
Nigga's selling white for a gold chain I've been trained to go since a young nigga stepped off the porch
Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork I've been trying to hold it down with these niggas living so foul
Grunting out on niggas intent of knocking ya down
Bang - your window shattered like it never mattered
You moving weight, your pockets getting fatter
It's politics when it come to sticks See mass of blood, nigga want a brick My money funny, but you gotta love it High heel thugging in Magic City, these bitches fucking Your homie doing tax since they call it fraud I'm in and out of traffic, still moving hard A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white A nigga black, but he selling white A nigga black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Take a look at me, I'm trapping
No excuses, I'm stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred Them 100 making the magic blow A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave Make my headstone read "head of MMG" That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see
Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don Too close to a nigga as a motherfucking bomb Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target Bitch niggas hating, tell me it's what I'm parking Wingstop owner, lemme pepper aroma
Young, black nigga, barely got a diploma
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right A nigga sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white A nigga black, but he selling white A nigga black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Showing 'til the day I die, I'm a look up at the sky Young trap star, reap, the world is mine Proceeding with my grind like police is on my line Instagramming shit for all the teachers I despised
Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended Now my white bitches be fucking me 'til I'm windy Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe If your ass wasn't rapping, what would you be? A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
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20 grand a night if you can get it right A nigga sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white A nigga black, but he selling white A nigga black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's whit
