Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Ortiz
E. Ortiz
Songwriter
J. Phillips
J. Phillips
Songwriter
K. Bartolomei
K. Bartolomei
Songwriter
K. Crowe
K. Crowe
Songwriter
L. Smith
L. Smith
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We stuntin' in these streets
That's why the hoes love us
Lookin' down on these suckas
Only God above us
Real ****
Respect 'em on every block
Put the hazards on in the Ghost
In front of the Wing Stop
Goddamn, bitch, you see the baguettes in that AP?
Hunnid rounds, I'll bet on any **** tryna play me
Or play we
This thing evolves, ****, double energy
Let's get it
[Verse 2]
Uh, Mastermind
It's goin' further, my ****
It ain't even bein' a dope boy, my ****
We talkin' oil money
Oil money
Yeah
[Verse 3]
It's amazin' to be alive when **** want you to die
Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in they eyes
I'ma stunt harder, I'ma shop more
Black bell boy, Persian rugs at the door
Givin' **** jobs, livin' like the mob
A scotch and a soda, Anastasia dot com
People talkin' 'bout me, say I got a body
Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby?
[Verse 4]
Big 4-5th's spliff at the boat slip
Tip toein' through the city, Alvin Ailey with a brick
Settin' new milestones, gettin' my style on
Down in Coconut Grove where **** don't smile long
City full of barbarians, wet you like an Aquarius
Only beautiful bitches, they tell me the more the merrier
Fascinatin' faces, now it's top jewelers
Piña colada daiquiris, Fontainebleau on a Tuesday
[Verse 5]
Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Segal
Only fat **** in vintage Moschino
Attempted murder, I refuse to exile
So it's Club LIV till I'm X'ed out
A gold casket, my final request
Bangin' at 'em like my child, they wanna molest
Therefore, I pray I live a hunnid years
Be a crutch for my kids all through they wonder years
[Verse 6]
Oil money fuck up a hunnid mil'
That shit's a yacht and a crib, ****, dyin' to live
Champagne spillin' the opulence
Side bitches remain anonymous
Gotta condo on Collins, another on Sunny Isle
Makin' sure that you get around 'cause these ****'ll gun ya down
Got my daughter a Fendi purse, then I took her to Disney World
All I give her is game, digestin' my every word
[Verse 7]
Taught her, chartered a plane
Oil the money the gang
Classic's stay on my feet
Double-M on my chain
All I think about is oil money
These **** barely gettin' tour money
[Verse 8]
It's gon' be aight, it's gon' be aight
Don't you worry 'bout nothin' (Uh-uh)
You know?
Wanna talk that shit for a minute?
Put the dutch out, light a Cuban up
Dim the lights if you want (Mhmm)
'Cause we already shinin' (Yep)
You know? (Yep)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 9]
Tryna get a grip, but you just can't clutch it
When the money's in the circle, the square's can't touch it
Reapin' the benefits from the years that we suffered
If they don't know nothin' else, they know I'm not to be fucked with
Chillin' on the deck, brainstormin' on the check
You don't see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette
Keep your ho still 'fore I nail her
Money on my mind while I hold still for the tailor
[Verse 10]
Three man weave, I dump it off to the trailer
If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sealer
We pop bottles after shots of tequila
Might see me in somethin' you can't cop from the dealer
Proper gold ring, Gareth Pugh and Belstaff
Work comin' in, I sit on some and sell half
Made it to the top overnight, that's why you fell fast
Best head I got in my life for a Chanel bag
[Verse 11]
This is Heaven on Earth shit, give me my Hell pass
**** tryna copy my style, but they don't sell swag
Nah, vacationin' the Maldives
Room service come to you on a boat, child, please
Don't get me confused though, 'cause I'll squeeze
**** know I get huge dough and wild ki's
I will forever cash in
Oil money mean the wealth's everlastin'
[Verse 12]
What?
Written by: E. Ortiz, J. Phillips, K. Bartolomei, K. Crowe, L. Smith, William Roberts
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