| Big budget, no mileage on the bucket
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| Jewels truckin', hoes love it I been thuggin'
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| Sweat pants, long beard I been rugged
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| Big bands, .38 Imma tuck it
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| That little advance yo I spent that on a Cutlass
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| If it ain’t a hundred boy you ain’t talking about nothing
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| Your girl talking sucking so she talking something
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| I let the passenger seat ride and hit the buttons
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| Medallion flooded every stone in it flawless
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| Her whole crew bad, everyone of them is gorgeous
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| Everyday its either Daytonas or the 4 Gs
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| I don’t date 'em if they ain’t doing no orgies
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| That’s so cavalier, Cavalier floor seats
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| Kyrie Threes, I got 'em before release
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| Cuban links, i got 'em up out their seats
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| Frown faces the way that this reefer stinks
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| I been poppin', tatted up like Dennis Rodman
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| No bull shit I hit the lot and then I copped it
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| Inside the whip is like a cockpit
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| Money ain’t an option
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| Put your money on me, that’s a stock tip
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| Closet stocked with all black like I’m Gothic
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| 30K in each pocket, that’s to shop with
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| Keep my name out your mouth I don’t do gossip
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| 30 on the small of my back, bet I pop it
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| Audemar Mondays
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| Patek Tuesdays
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| Rolex Wednesdays
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| Shit I been straight
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| My watch speak for me
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| My chain howlin'
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| My rings solid
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| My diamonds clear
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| Your shits cloudy
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| The fuck you done to those
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| Your chain tarnished
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| That ain’t rose gold
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| Fake mafiosos
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| You ain’t copping coco
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| You ain’t seen a boatload
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| Probably cop the popos
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| I stay ten toes
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| Firm in my stance
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| Earned everyband
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| Big time smoker
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| Burned every strand
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| World traveler
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| Home where I land, this niggas French
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| Jeans from Japan
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| 20 ounces on these denims I’m the fucking man
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| Took a small plan and turned it to my dream job
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| Muhammad Ali gloves man I beat the odds
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| Float like a butterfly
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| I been poppin', tatted up like Dennis Rodman
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| No bull shit I hit the lot and then I copped it
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| Inside the whip is like a cockpit
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| Money ain’t an option
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| Put your money on me, that’s a stock tip
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| Closet stocked with all black like I’m Gothic
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| 30K in each pocket, that’s to shop with
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| Keep my name out your mouth I don’t do gossip
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| 30 on the small of my back, bet I pop it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stock Tip , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album New Wave / Another Level, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп