2 Shots

[Hook: Kevin Cossom] Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah Damn you just completely reminded me (reminded me) When you're leaving they feeling some kinda way Oh hell, here we go again, I'm just tryna stay alive Two shots, floor niggas shooting through your rooftop Who got popped, young nigga tone two Glocks, yeah [Intro: Rick Ross] I just wanna hold your hand, sip me some Champagne, love, that's it, you heard? [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Suckers for love, yes, I've heard it before Show them my hustle which is such an incredible source Stumble through the boutiques, always watching my step Credit Cards in my name, she swipe them, then sign them herself Trust is a must, never letting me down Got her selfies with Beyonce, this is Destiny Child Won't answer my calls after I gave you my all Before I shed a tear, I thought I'd just write you a song Rewrite all my wrongs, or recite you a poem Knowing you're leaving but the question is, "Where are you going?" [Hook: Kevin Cossom] Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Shawty was a dancer, hustle was her answer Get in where I fit in, mid-town Atlanta Bags and boots, baby girl wanted those big things Parking lot in magic City, since she was sixteen Don't let them stop you baby, he can't knock you baby When you winning is when they wanna say she not a lady Hold your bag in the sky, all those bitches respect it Now run home to your nigga, make sure that head is perfected Never seeking acceptance, reaping my blessings Fat mob figure, black Bob Dylan If the pussy good it's hard to stay at odds with it If she want it, you ain't got it, get on your job nigga [Hook: Kevin Cossom] Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, floor niggas shooting through your rooftop Who got popped, young nigga tone two Glocks, yeah [Bridge] Your opinion, I don't care And my niggas we show up and it ain't fair Killing these niggas for real Shades on but my vision's so clear And I do this for my niggas that ain't here Tell me 'bout I got two bad bitches to myself, oh And I can't wait to get 'em home She playing games with you, probably cause she with me nigga It ain't 'bout the fame dog, it's about the figures niggas Money, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook: Kevin Cossom] Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah