Been That (feat. Rick Ross)

Maybach music Oh I've been that nigga before the money and the fame I've been that nigga before the diamonds and the chain I've been that nigga before the foams and the clothes I've been that nigga on the corner with the most I've been that nigga, I've been that nigga My dawg a shooter please don't make me send that nigga I've been that nigga, I've been that nigga And if he keep talking I'ma make him pin that nigga, yeah I been that nigga on the corner nappy braids and selling hard Now I pull up on 'em bitches, got them texting 'oh my God' I got bitches out in Paris that be texting 'oh la-la' I hear back, like who this? She hear back, you forgot (hallo) Real niggas gone link up, but my H-town pouring drank up Just me and Joey in the brinks truck Doing all this shit we ain't think of Trying to wild out so we draped up I'm blue-dottin' that pink stuff I'm allowed putting that pussy on me Ten bands throw her mink up I got money all up in my mind hoe What do you think think I grind for? Condoms all in my condo Pocket change that you signed for My niggas, my niggas My niggas, my haters We're finna get richer I'm talking about bigger and bigger They stealing my swag, just so they get my bitches alone I've been that nigga before the money and the fame I've been that nigga before the diamonds and the chain I've been that nigga before the foams and the clothes I've been that nigga on the corner with the most I've been that nigga, I've been that nigga My dawg a shooter, please don't make me send that nigga I've been that nigga, I've been that nigga And if he keep talking I'ma make him pin that nigga (King C) Blew a half a kilo on my Cuban link to watch it swing (C) No short, baking soda standing at the sink (woo) Swerving in my wraith, I should just pull up at the church Have these niggas playing on me Devils wish it was a hearse In my all black shades motherfucking Ray Charles I used to mop the floors now who the motherfucking boss? I been that nigga that could get 'em by the tunes Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my lubes You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to the crew (Maybach Music) Coke white, sour cream, butter all in my coupe Put my dogs on celery see we all be blowing loud Chopper still might judge and jury I could take this bitch to trial (whoa) I've been that nigga before the money and the fame I've been that nigga before the diamonds and the chain I've been that nigga before the foams and the clothes I've been that nigga on the corner with the most I've been that nigga, I've been that nigga My dawg a shooter, please don't make me send that nigga I've been that nigga, I've been that nigga And if he keep talking I'ma make him pin that nigga (pow)