Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Vein , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In Vein |
| I don’t got a single sober vein in my body |
| I don’t got a single sober vein in my body |
| Don’t apologize, I quite enjoy messy |
| I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy |
| And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy |
| So ride it out for me, and take it off for me |
| It’s a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe |
| Don’t you ever threaten niggas with a good time |
| She wanna buy a dream, I said I don’t sell it |
| But she can rent it for a night, I don’t mind, open wide |
| Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it |
| Private elevator goin' straight to my unit |
| All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy |
| All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy |
| Can’t nobody stop me, used to be homeless |
| Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is |
| Tour bus like a National Geographic |
| Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom |
| It makes me smile, it makes me smile |
| Cause I got it |
| It makes me smile, it makes me smile |
| Cause I got it |
| All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece |
| But now we got it |
| Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me |
| I don’t got a single sober vein in my body |
| Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari |
| Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us |
| Condo blow money, like it’s all dope money |
| Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord |
| Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain’t ever know money |
| Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm |
| Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it |
| I’m the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield |
| Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib |
| 25 mil, I’m doing 25-to-life |
| 100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night |
| Every chandelier rented, one-mil |
| 20 chandelier’s moterfucker who real |
| I just wanna show her what I live like |
| Wearing a white burqa on a winter night |
| Fuck a burqa now she in the Bentley |
| That’s when she went and tatted double M G |
| Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap |
| She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact |
| I give her game and she give it back |
| Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more |
| Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close |
| They scream Maybach on the cell blocks |
| All my dogs who used to sell Glocks |
| They say the niggas in the jail talk |
| How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows |
| 25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone |