Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Sophisticated, artist - Rick Ross.
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Sophisticated |
This sh*t is highly sophisticated |
I just make it look easy ni*ga |
Follow me |
I’m so sophisticated |
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated |
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated |
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment |
I’m from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it |
Even the black folk hate to see another ni*ga made it |
Tell all them pu*sies to chill, champagne refrigerated |
Just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated |
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated |
You wanna be the hottest but that sh*t get complicated |
I pull your card, I know you’re pu*sy by your conversation |
Show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination |
Made another two milli just off the compilation |
I just hit a lick, I’m telling you this sh*t amazing |
Got a white b*tch, she f*cking me just like she Jamaican |
Sippin' purple and that muthaf*cker concentrated |
This for my ni*gas in them prisons, overpopulated |
This the mob so you gotta get initiated |
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment |
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton |
The game’s sweet, gave all my ni*gas an occupation (Ugh) |
We so sophisticated (Ugh) |
Shit so sophisticated (Woop) |
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh) |
I’m so sophisticated |
Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later |
I bust her open then I tell her I’ma lick her later |
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator |
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading |
We know you pu*sies, so you got my ni*gas masturbating |
Round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating |
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated |
Put yo d*ck in the dirt, now you decapitated |
I’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty |
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli |
Fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating |
I’m the hottest and these other ni*gas cooling, ain’t it |
I got a bitch I’m fucking that you see on BET |
My lil' Haiti shooters will have yo a*s on TMZ |
Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key |
And if he faking, f*ck him, tell them ni*gas «C'est la vie» |
This the mob so you gotta get initiated |
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment |
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton |
The game’s sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh) |
We so sophisticated (Ugh) |
Shit so sophisticated (Woop) |
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh) |
Shittin' on these haters, ball hard D-Waders |
Ever since I got money, e’rybody need favors |
That’s why I ain’t got no homies, and I ain’t got no neighbors |
But I be on my grind like I ain’t got no paper |
But I’m so rich and I got yo b*tch |
All in my whip and she all on my d*ck |
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib |
‘Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit |
‘Cause I burn shit down, yea I’m in my bag |
And these ni*gas so mad it’s my turn now |
And I get that cash, my b*tch so bad, she know sophisticated |
I’m balling hard, f*cking b*tches and ain’t got sh*t for haters |
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper |
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator |
Boy you an imitator |
You ain’t got no M’s in yo account, I never ask my amount |
Treat that bad b*tch like a bad check ‘cause I cash that and I bounce |
I ain’t never had sh*t but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce |
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word |
This the mob so you gotta get initiated |
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment |
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton |
The game’s sweet, gave all my ni*gas an occupation (Ugh) |
We so sophisticated (Ugh) |
Sh*t so sophisticated (Woop) |
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh) |