Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Vein, artist - Rick Ross.
Date of issue: 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 |