Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Presidential , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Presidential |
| Girl I think you’re special |
| Strictly presidential |
| You know the crib on the water now |
| The Maybach stay watered down |
| Project niggas giving orders now |
| The gold presidential just to sport around |
| I’m from the era of fitted caps and rental cars |
| Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads |
| Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling |
| Happy Hanukkah nigga, it’s a wonderful feeling |
| Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me gap |
| Lyor like how I move, want her right in my lap |
| I made a few mils, ain’t mentioning Meek |
| Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released |
| Bitches, they keep coming |
| Bilie Jean thumping |
| I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning |
| I ain’t missing nothing, got her sipping something |
| I could ship her something, you know that December coming |
| Cause that green is all you need |
| When you’re a star baby, a star babe |
| We all dream of royalty |
| But that’s who we are baby |
| All I ever need is girls and green |
| They see me leaning in some new shit |
| Now it’s gold presidentials for the cruise ship |
| Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship |
| I’m a boss have you ass on a news clip |
| She a dime but she gotta be a cool bitch |
| Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch |
| Needed some cash so she asked me could she move shit |
| Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish |
| I was skipping them classes, but I got me a master |
| I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest |
| Fishscale made me major profit margins |
| I’m a profit stuffing my pockets, you niggas starving |
| Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m with this pretty bitch |
| 80 grand, rubber band for some silly shit |
| She on that Alexander Wang |
| Gold presidential Venus when I change the game |
| Cause that green is all you need |
| When you’re a star baby, a star babe |
| We all dream of royalty |
| But that’s who we are baby |
| All I ever need is girls and green |
| She wanna roll with a winner now |
| So I let her roll with the windows down |
| My nigga’s up the road come and get it now |
| 60−40 know we split it up the middle now |
| Shawty’s said the word, I was talking that talk |
| Maybe link up in New York, that’s awesome as fuck |
| I never been in love until I heard a beat |
| She never met a G until she heard of me 3rd floor projects, feel my point of view |
| Everything is number 2, that’s when it come to you |
| Isabel Marant sneakers 'til the summer through |
| Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do Baby girl got that wet wet |
| I repeat: wet wet |
| I’m the boss and I’m on that |
| White T, gold Rolex |
| Cause that green is all you need |
| When you’re a star baby, a star babe |
| We all dream of royalty |
| But that’s who we are baby |
| All I ever need is girls and green |
| Her shoe game remarkable |
| I feel solely responsible |
| I feel solely responsible |