Been That (feat. Rick Ross)

Maybach Music

Oh, I been that **** 'fore the money and the fame

I been that **** 'fore the diamonds and the chains

I been that **** 'fore the forest and the coast

I been that **** on the corner with the most

I been that **** (Been that ****)

I been the **** (Been that ****)

My dawg a shooter, please don't make me

Send that **** (Send that ****)

I been that **** (Been that ****)

I been that **** (Been that ****)

If he keep talkin' I'ma make him pin that ****

I been that **** on the corner

Nappy braids and sellin' hard

Now I pull up on them bitches

Got 'em texting oh my god

I got bitches out in Paris that be texting ooh la la

I hit back, like who this? She hit back you forgot? (Hello?)

Real **** gon' link up, but my H-town

Gon' drink up

Just me and Jr. in the Brinks truck

Doin' all the shit we ain't think of

Tryin' to wild it out, so we draped up

I'm blue-dottin' that pink stuff

Milao puttin' that pussy on me

Ten bands, throw her mink up

I got money out of my mind, hoe

What you think that I grind for?

Condoms all in my condo

Pocket change that you signed for

My ****, my ****

My ****, my hitters, we finna get richer

I'm talkin' 'bout bigger and bigger

They're stealin' my swag, just look at my pictures (Hello!)

I been that **** 'fore the money and the fame

I been that **** 'fore the diamonds and the chains

I been that **** 'fore the forest and the coast

I been that **** on the corner with the most

I been that **** (Been that ****)

I been that **** (Been that ****)

My dawg a shooter, please don't make me

Send that ****

I been that **** (Been that ****)

I been that **** (Been that ****)

If he keep talkin' I'ma make him pin that ****

Blew a half-a-kilo on my Cuban link to watch it swing

No shirt, baking soda, standing at the sink

Swervin' in my wraith, I should just pull up at the church

Have these **** prayin' on me, devils, wish it was a hearse

In my all-black shades, mutherfuckin' Ray Charles

I used to mop the floors, now who the muthafuckin' boss?

I been the **** that could get 'em by the two's

Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my lubes

You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew

Coke white, sour cream, butter, all in my coupe

Put my dawgs on salary, you see we all be blowin' loud

Choppa's still my judge and jury

I could take this bitch to trial

I been that **** 'fore the money and the fame

I been that **** 'fore the diamonds and the chains

I been that **** 'fore the forest and the coast

I been that **** on the corner with the most

I been that **** (Been that ****)

I been that **** (Been that ****)

My dawg a shooter, please don't make me

Send that ****

I been that **** (Been that ****)

I been that **** (Been that ****)

If he keep talkin' I'ma make him pin that ****