Westside Gunn, Rick Ross - DunnHill (feat. Rick Ross)

Ayo, I'm at the Intercontinental, baggin' up Talk about your North Fly, nigga, bitch is, you dumb Dunnhill, apron out and put a one on the one Mini Tech on the lap, that's a gun on a Back to back (?) with the top off Poppy steak schnitzel with some hot sauce Vick then ruff on the sawed off's These niggas prayin' on my downfall Nigga, grab the blush, blow him off (boom, boom, boom, boom) Everybody hit him, that's the protocol Hotel cars, eatin' shrimp like a boss Nigga, rock a boss, tow a 40-carter car Bitch thought she coming home with me, I'm a star Little Russian model bitch, I fucked in the jawn Two-fifty, easy on her arm, pick her arm East side nigga, I could bag Nia Long Roof at the view, you see the view of Milan I've been pissin' Dom all week, I'm a don Sean Don, yeah, yeah, spot him just don Sippin' 99 fried rice with some prawns Twenty on your head, you be gone by the morn' (boom, boom, boom, boom) Only nigga in my city, back to back fawns Fashion week, my white bitch, suckin' and snortin' Me and Verdi out in Harajuku remorseless Gucci trench, Gucci goggles on like I'm snorkelin' Heated floors in my garage for the Porsche Whoever said money don't change, they was lyin' (they was lying) Wear Balmain, eating fine dine I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (they be tryin') I'm that nigga, bet the mac get to flyin' Whoever said money don't change, they was lyin' (they was lying) Wear Balmain, eating fine dine I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (they be tryin', huh, M-M-M) I'm that nigga, bet the mac get to flyin' (it's the biggest, Maybach Music) Chanel boots, Lamborghini coupes Shooters on the leash, time to let them loose All these accusations, snitches in the news Still in the Boobie Trap, I made a stripper my masseuse Still be shoppin' Kellys (huh), million while in Paris (huh) Mimosas for the moment, all the murders I done married (woo) Watch three hundred carats, you should never wear it (huh) All them niggas robbers, to be honest, they be jealous Cars made of glass, Givenchys on the mask (huh) Feds know to watch me, attorneys know the task I still live a life that you can never grasp Heavy on the ice (huh), Bellaire in the glass (M-M-M) Whoever said money don't change, they was lyin' (they was lying) Wear Balmain, eating fine dine I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (they be tryin') I'm that nigga, bet the mac get to flyin' Whoever said money don't change, they was lyin' (they was lying) Wear Balmain, eating fine dine I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (they be tryin') I'm that nigga, bet the mac get to flyin' Whatever you niggas want to think, think what you want to think, nigga Because I don't fuck with you niggas, no way Come on, homie, what happened to that? Man, fuck you niggas Nigga, me and my team, whoever I got Nigga, they ain't going nowhere Nigga, I ain't got to prove nothing to them motherfuckers, nigga