Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oil Money Gang, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 22.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oil Money Gang |
| Uhh… Mastermind, ha |
| It’s going further my nigga |
| It ain’t even being a dope boy my nigga |
| We talking oil money, oil money, ha, yeah |
| Justice League |
| It’s amazing to be alive when niggas wants you to die |
| Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in their eyes |
| I’ma stunt harder, I’ma shop more |
| Black bell boy, Persian rugs at the door |
| Giving niggas jobs, living like the mob |
| A scotch in the soda anastasia.com |
| People talking 'bout me, say I got a body |
| Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby? |
| Big four-fifths spliffs at the boat split |
| Tip toein' through the city, Alvin Ailey with a brick |
| Settin' new milestones, gettin' my style on |
| Down in Coconut Grove where niggas 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 |
| Pina colada daiquiris Fontaine Bleau on a Tuesday |
| Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Segal |
| Only fat nigga in vintage Moschino |
| Attempted murder, I refuse to exile |
| So it’s Club LIV til I’m exed out |
| A gold casket my final request |
| Bangin' at em like my child they want molest |
| Therefore I pray I live a hundred years |
| Be a crutch for my kids all through their wonder years |
| Oil money fuck up a hundred mill |
| That’s just a yacht and a crib, nigga dying to live |
| Champagne, spillin' the opulence |
| Side bitches remain anonymous |
| Got a condo on Collins, another on Sunny Isle |
| Makin sure you get around cause these niggas will gun you down |
| Got my daughter a Fendi purse then I took her to Disney World |
| All I give her is game, digesting my every word |
| Tired and chartered a plane, oil money the game |
| Classics stay on my feet, Double M on my chain |
| All I think about is oil money |
| These niggas barely gettin' tour money |
| It’s gonna be aight, it’s gonna be aight — don’t even worry 'bout nothing |
| (uh-uh) |
| You know? |
| Gon' talk that shit for a minute, put the dutch out, light a Cuban up |
| Dim the lights if you want (hmm-mmm), cause we already shinin' (yep) |
| You know? |
| (Yep), ha, HA-HAAAEEEH, yeah, uh… |
| Tryna get a grip, but you just can’t clutch it |
| When the money is in the circle, the squares can’t touch it (uh-uh) |
| Reaping the benefits from the years that we suffered |
| If they don’t know nothin' else they know I’m not to be fucked with (no) |
| Chillin' on the deck, brainstorming on the check |
| You don’t see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette (ah) |
| Keep your ho still 'fore I nail her |
| Money on my mind while I hold still for the tailor (yeah) |
| Three man weave, I dump it off to the trailer |
| If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sealer (uhh) |
| We pop bottles, have the shots of the tequila |
| Might see me in something you can’t cop from the dealer (hmmm) |
| Probably gon' rang, Gareth Pugh and Belstaff |
| Work coming 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 (haha) |
| This is heaven on earth shit, give me my hell pass (uh) |
| Niggas tryna copy my style, but they don’t sell swag |
| Nah, vacationing on in the Maldives |
| Room service come to you on a boat, child, please |
| Don’t get me confused though, cause I’ll squeeze |
| Niggas know I get huge dough and wild ki’s |
| Uhh, I will forever cash in |
| Oil money mean the wealth’s everlasting |
| What! |