Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti)

Rather you than me

If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami

It's been hell of a fucking journey

M-m-maybach Music

Ain't nun' changed nigga

Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent

Blame it on America

Fuck it

Beat Billionaire

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash

Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past

Her ass be looking good inside the leggings

But I know that she's missing all the edges

I run the game just by running with the felons

Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics

Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage

I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage

Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)

Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)

Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter

Still in a box, got her rapping acapella

Can't trust no people fucking with the presser

I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil

He knocking on the door and all the Baswares

Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee

I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money

On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck

I got wet stripper pussy at the airport

I got molly green dollars on my transport

Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub

Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes

I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds

This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves

I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians

Murder's on the news, all front pages

Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations

I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji

They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat

And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they easy

I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy

She gotta fuck like she love like she need me

I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs

I make a movie every single fucking day

I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

Let's go!

Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet

Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages

Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga

Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga

Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind

Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind

Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land

Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam

Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths

Sixteen when I bought my first rollie

Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar

Never riding dirty in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent