เนื้อเพลง Drive a N*gga Crazy - Rick Ross

[Jamaican Woman:]
Yah you don't know sir
All the big belly rude boys
You don't know, were gonna take it to them
Me likkle, but me tall at war
Real gangstas in the bloodclot building
Run the track selectah

That p*ssy 'bout to Drive a N*gga Crazy boy
Drive a n*gga crazy

Money on my mind, pistol on my lap
Tinted windows, n*gga I can tell you about that
If you are a penny boy don't fall into the trap
Hate all in your heart, I feel it when you give me dap
Testify, come on n*gga now you're petrified
Can't sleep under your window cause they spraying pesticides
My hustle is supreme n*gga, like Supreme n*gga
Biggie on the wall, Nicki on the team n*gga
Best seller Robert Green on you streams n*gga
Puppet master, don't make me pull the strings n*gga
Iced in and blood boil like a fiend hit it
If a fiend he had a genie, Machavelli would be near me
B*tches on my tip ' cause I f*ck 'em till they drip
She make me bust a nut then I might just load the clip
You know we bout that money when you see us on the strip
The p*ssy be so good but it make me want to flip
I want the gift and

[Hook:]
(Rick Ross) That p*ssy bout to drive a n*gga crazy boy
Drive a n*gga crazy
This p*ssy bout to drive a n*gga crazy boy
Drive a n*gga crazy
Riding through the city
(Jamaican Woman) This poonanie all gonna drive a n*gga crazy
Drive a n*gga crazy
(Rick Ross) This p*ssy bout to drive a n*gga crazy boy
Drive a n*gga crazy

Money calls in the morning, death threats through the night
Sleep in the vest and hired a look alike
F*cking on the pill, chicken bags and how we feel
Ever put your lips on a man worth a hundred mill?
Told 'em ain't no stopping me, they even went and copied me
Dressed how I dress [?] on my property
She a d*ck rider but you gotta do it properly
Cause I get offers from these pretty b*tches constantly
Click d*ck g wagon change a b*tch life
Her daddy to the crib broke him with a game of dice
F*ck for a buck, thats exactly what I give
Marble on the ceiling cause this crib I wanna flip
Get it how you live, dollar sign on my bib
Baby gangster, BG, gotta shout out Barry Gibb
If that p*ssy pretty I could kiss it for an hour
F*cking with my jewelry on, she got me in the shower

[Hook:]
(Rick Ross) That p*ssy bout to drive a n*gga crazy boy
Drive a n*gga crazy
This p*ssy bout to drive a n*gga crazy boy
Drive a n*gga crazy
Riding through the city
(Rasta Woman) This poonanie all gonna drive a n*gga crazy
Drive a n*gga crazy
(Rick Ross) This p*ssy bout to drive a n*gga crazy boy
Drive a n*gga crazy

[Jamaicain Woman:]
We in the building
Yeah man, we bout to drop it ya dun know
Its a third world problem
That would make them
Big bellied rude boys