Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bill Gates, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bill Gates |
| Call me Bill Gates |
| I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me |
| Uh, ya heard me |
| I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through |
| when you need me bitch |
| Ya heard me bitch |
| Bitch, ya heard me bitch! |
| Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas |
| Niggas is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever |
| Court dates and caskets I’m trine stay composed |
| Out on bond, on the run, won’t ever sell my soul |
| Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil |
| At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels |
| Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall |
| I got a bitch who licking balls my back against the wall |
| All black photographs that speak a million words |
| One selfie with me and they think you’re dealing birds |
| Louis towels and the Gucci slides |
| Bill Gates still real when it’s out of style |
| I want it all, Wingstops on every corner |
| I want a mall and I’m about to build a benihana |
| Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal |
| They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real |
| They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates |
| Just blew a hundred million and I’m still straight |
| They started waving flags when the ruckus came |
| Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange |
| Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats |
| Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices |
| All my people eat at the table when we say our grace |
| One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place |
| Twelve disciples, I got two shooters nigga ten bodies |
| Caught a few niggas living think that I ain’t bout it |
| Thinkin shirts blood stained come with the drug game |
| Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains |
| Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble |
| Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we’ll put a bullet in you |
| Louis towels and the Gucci slippers |
| Bill gates still real and I keep it trilla |
| I want it all, Wingstops on every corner |
| I want a mall and I’m about to build a benihana |
| Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal |
| They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real |
| They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates |
| Just blew a hundred million and I’m still straight |
| They started waving flags when the ruckus came |
| Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange |
| Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat |
| Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat |
| Niggas follow me in hopes of finding my stash box |
| In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top |
| Look around I smile at you as I’m looking down |
| Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud |
| I put my niggas on they feet we can’t be fucking up |
| So fuck a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants |
| I want it all, Wingstops on every corner |
| I want a mall and I’m about to build a benihana |
| Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal |
| They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real |
| They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates |
| Just blew a hundred million and I’m still straight |
| They started waving flags when the ruckus came |
| Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange |