เนื้อเพลง Supreme - Rick Ross

[Intro:]
I just left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 b*tches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house4

[Rick Ross:]
Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call this the Iluminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what the extensive for
I'm a tell you never be with them
Nah, I'm just f*ckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just f*ckin' with you, baby
Yo

[Verse 1:]
Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new b*tch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
300 horses in this b*tch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind

[Hook:]
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

[Verse 2:]
[?] Liberace on riches and b*tch
Charm ciy boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting n*ggas, set the sh*t on fire
My b*tch smiling I wanna bet, now we on fishing isle
Peddle mari- with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther, James Earl the shooter
My n*ggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting young boys (brrrrat) on 'em
Facts, never find me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, b*tch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
You cheating on me, hitting homie, n*gga, Facebook
She hitting on me than a motherf*cking Facebook

[Hook:]
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

[Verse 3:]
Clean-made diaper, you filthy as sh*t
They partitioning for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that n*gga need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real n*gga got it for him

[Hook:]
You wanna know how does it feel
I know, I bet it must feel so real
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel to be so real=

[Outro:]
You know when hanging with billion dollar n*ggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar b*tches
I just met a b*tch who never gets jetlag
I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag
You underdig that