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Rick Ross Im a G Feat Lil Wayne & Brisco
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Brisco
Brisco
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
British Mitchell
British Mitchell
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Khaled Mohammaed Khaled
Khaled Mohammaed Khaled
Composer
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Producer
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feelin like a turtle
Shit, these **** ain't satisfied until they get murdered, you heard me?
Yeah, and I'm a G, you don't know a motherfucking thing about me
I tell you one motherfucking thing bout me
Bitch, I got so much money on me, uh
[Verse 2]
I'm lookin thug in the Bentley (who)
I gotta few slugs don't tempt me (ah)
Khaled put me up on the firm mats (Khaled)
I'ma million dollar ****, lets' confirm that (Ross)
I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas)
N the matchin hundred dollar bracelet (Who)
Mo guns then the Matrix (Matrix)
Neo reload, get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel more cars then the races (races)
AK's on the lear jets (G4)
Rick Ross I'ma real threat
[Verse 3]
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle
Bullet proof car got me feelin like a turtle
Shit, these **** ain't satisfied until they get murdered, you heard me?
Yeah, and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin thing bout me
I tell you one motherfuckin thing bout me
Bitch I got so much money on me, uh
[Verse 4]
Standin in the blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomach growlin bris gotta feed fam
I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms
He bouta get jammed by the open locker goons
I found a needle in the hay stack (Hay stack)
Put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back
Now i'm known around day as the young don
Ain't no bitch made pussy's where I come from (Nah)
Ain't no dick ain't stoppin shit
8 pound on da pinky bird fat on the wrist
(On the wrist) So far so hood
When da rounds hit his ass it ain't look so good (So good)
[Verse 5]
Now he leaving in the black bag
He a roach, the Bris be the black flag
And don't leave ya dope round me
Straight gutter for real, ask your homie bout me
[Verse 6]
Uh, I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feeling like a turtle
Shit, these **** ain't satisfied until they get murdered
Ya heard me?
Yeah, and I'm a G, you don't know a motherfucking thing about me
I tell you one motherfucking thing about me
Bitch, I got so much money on me, uh
[Verse 7]
Fat paper bag, brown paper bag
Rubber band ,green paper cash , yep
Fuck wit em get the laser tag
Ya'll **** betta wave a flag it is ova
I walk wit a hand gun ride wit more
Froom it must be the coops or sumthin
Since I love her i'ma put some candy on that hoe
I go topless, no panties on that hoe
See, ya'll **** think it's sweet sweet tooth ****
Get shot in the teeth, like that boi
I got guns where guns aren't supposed to be
You need to get a full dose of me, im crack (yeah)
[Verse 8]
Uh, I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feeling like a turtle
Shit, these **** ain't satisfied until they get murdered, you heard me?
Yeah, and I'm a G, you don't know a motherfucking thing about me
I tell you one motherfucking thing bout me
Bitch, I got so much money on me, uh
[Verse 9]
**** low I'm illatic (Whoo)
Know who you dealing with (Whoo)
Fuck ya pretty whip, you **** ain't killin shit
Every bird I whip, fucking every bird I'm with
I'm ya Makeveli, sucka, where that murder hit
Ya'll **** ain't trill (Trill)
Ya'll **** know the deal (Deal)
Ya'll **** wanna deal (Deal)
What you talkin is irrelevant (Irrelevant)
Shit a leave a whole in the elephant (Boom)
So if I got it then I'm selling it (Selling it)
Need cheese cake like Frederick (Whoo)
You hear the rhetoric, prick, you not a predicate
Rick in a 7-6 six-shot metal kit (Ross)
[Verse 10]
Uh, I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feeling like a turtle
Shit, these **** ain't satisfied until they get murdered, you heard me?
Yeah, and I'm a G, you don't know a motherfucking thing about me
I tell you one motherfucking thing about me
Bitch, I got so much money on me, uh
Ross
Written by: B. Mitchell, D. Carter, DJ Khaled, William Roberts
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