Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amsterdam, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Amsterdam |
| We get Ghosts, you already know what it is |
| Money stuffed in my bag |
| Maybach sh*t! |
| Bright lights and dark corners, it’s night embark on us |
| Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer |
| Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start |
| Now the same cat drive in Jaguars |
| Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper |
| The club that I’m a member, they’ll be gone by November |
| Keys to the city got killers who slither with me |
| Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty |
| Billionaire bid, wrists on chill |
| Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil |
| These boys going blind, they just happy being free |
| In a world of so many I just wanted me a key |
| Sheesh! |
| I just wanted me a piece |
| Slice of cheesecake before my n*ggas all deceased |
| These boys snort lines I’m fine just sipping wine |
| Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind |
| I’m Barry Gordy to the streets |
| With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast |
| I wanna be there when each one of my kids born |
| Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on |
| Real n*gga to the day that I’m deceased |
| Even then I pray I’m living through the beats |
| Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks |
| Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf |
| Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick |
| Always running late, quick to show up with your b*tch |
| The Hublot’s cool but my Terminator’s foolish |
| All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and |
| Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit |
| Red or blue, do you, as long as you’re getting rich |
| Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange |
| Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that’s a n*gga pocket change |
| These n*ggas acting like they want a war! |
| When it come to whacking n*ggas I done won awards |
| N*gga, you a b*tch, where yo Honda Accord? |
| I’m riding in some sh*t only I can afford |
| Shouldn’t claim the hood til you build a rapport |
| Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour |
| I’m laughing at the people who label me poor |
| Now I piss on Europeans, you’d think it was porn |
| I’m speaking on unwritten laws — the code of the streets |
| I’m not the type of n*gga that you bump into at |
| a 7−11 and just pull your pistol on him |
| And do what the f*ck you want to do |
| N*ggas like me, you gotta get permission homie! |
| And that could take a long time! |
| In that time, I’ma handle my muthaf*ckin' business… |
| Ruugh! |
| Ruugh! |
| It’s the Red Light district, n*gga this Amsterdam |
| Wherever the f*ck I’m at |
| It’s a no go |
| We green-light, you b*tch n*ggas |
| Rozay! |