Rick Ross — Hard in the Paint Freestyle

[Intro] Shout out to all my real niggas worldwide Ain't nothing changed But the 'rarri, the Lambo, the Bentley, the Maybach, the Phantom, the Aston, the Spyker The Seven Trey, the seven deuce, the seven one, the seven fours [Verse 1] I go hard in the mothafuckin' paint, nigga Touch eight figures, stuff it in the bank, nigga, uh Order twenty bottles of the Rozay Fuck first week, bitch, I ordered Moët To these niggas, I'm a mothafuckin' problem Hang with the Bloods, all the Crips, all the robbers See Gucci, that's my mothafuckin' nigga Twenty racks on it, bitch, you fuckin' with a killer I can't hang with no pussy ass nigga Thousand carats in the chain, quarter milli for it, nigga You think I give a fuck what other niggas think? Make another million every time a nigga blink I'm rollin' up the purple and I'm sippIN' pink Champagne drown a bitch until she gotta pee She only get to ride unless she keep it wet You lookin' at a gangsta in disguise, you just ain't seen it yet Call up bee's and Beevis 'cause she butt heads She know I'm busy, I don't need nothin' but head And I'm payin' top dollar Chain so big, can't pop my collar Pop one pill, make a nigga spend a grand Pop two pills, make a nigga wanna dance Pop my trunk, pop me a nigga Just last night, I had a dream I shot me a... Pop my trunk, I'mma pop me a... Just last night, I had a dream I shot me a nigga