เนื้อเพลง Dead Presidents - Rick Ross

[Rick Ross:]
Rather you than me
If you've been f*cking with me since Port of Miami
It's been hell of a f*cking journey
(M-m-maybach Music)
Ain't nun' changed n*gga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
F*ck it
(Beat Billionaire)

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash
Her future bright, don't give a f*ck about her past
Her ass 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 n*gga 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*tches 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*cking 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

[Jeezy (Yo Gotti):]
Dead Presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
(They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n*ggas 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)

[Future:]
I got thirty white b*tches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, n*gga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as f*ck
I got wet stripper p*ssy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
F*ck this Philippine p*ssy in some house shoes
I got dope money, n*gga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
The murder's on the news, all front pages
Young n*ggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm f*cking n*ggas hoes cause they easy
I'm in here f*cking n*ggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta f*ck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single f*cking day
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Jeezy (Yo Gotti):]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
(They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n*ggas 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)

[Jeezy:]
(Let's go!)
Hands on these n*ggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
F*ck you n*ggas woes, when I was ashing n*gga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy n*gga
Build a empire, yeah that's what's my state of mind
Motherf*ck 'em all, yeah that's what's my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam
Dope 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

[Jeezy (Yo Gotti):]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
(They go to war, yeah, all my lil' n*ggas 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)