My Man

[Hook: Rick Ross] Creepin' through the block, I'm looking for my man Nigga's wanna do me, they heard I'm the man Nigga's selling work, that's for them benefits Early worm, I'm talking shrimp and grits [Verse 1: Rick Ross] On the corner, drinking out a jug of lemonade I'm not a rapper pussy nigga, I's a renegade I put the slider in the backseat of them rental plates We throwin' money in the club like we the NBA I got some ho's and them bitches down to shoot a fade I got some Zo's and them nigga's movin' two-a-day [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm switchin' cars with my nigga, do that twice a day We livin' large, knowing one day we may ride away My nigga' started having seizures when he caught his case Then he caught his bitch cheatin', right on father's day It's a dirty game and sometimes nigga wash your face Haters eatin' all they got to see, [??] Bang Bang, where he lay at bitches, where he stay It make no difference if you call them people right away Creepin' through the block, I'm looking for my man Tryin' to show you how they do your head for twenty grand You're throwin signs that where I'm from that shit's irrelevant For them presidents a bitch will get.... [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I say Creepin' through the block I'm looking for my man He just came home, he did a dime, and he didn't take the stand Finna slide up on my nigga, give him fifty grand Fresh off the jet, straight to my hood, and put it in his hand, word up These nigga's ain't bout that life V.S. stones when I rock that ice Baking soda when I rock that white I'm counting racks when that pie hit ice Got the low, I can't top that price But I bet they tell you that rock hit right No rap or hip hop tonight, just white boy and her rock tonight Rollie All my nigga's rollin' If I heard him telling, when I see him I expose him Richest nigga round' here When they speak they say I'm chosen Mac-11, fully loaded, knock a nigga' out his Jordans, Whoa [Hook] x2 [Verse 4: Rockie Fresh] Rockie in this bitch, that's some great news Yeah I made you a lot but I don't rock truce I give a bitch dope dick and some dope shoes She know if she fuckin' with the team, then she can't lose Double M, G Do it for the family Drivin' through the Chi, top back like it's Miami I need a billion dollars and about 9 Grammy's And my flow heating up, I make these bitches think they tanin' Yeah I know the hustle, so, who you think you scammin' And if a nigga would, then my team going campin' Yeah we heat em' up, then we burn aloud Got these nigga's hatin', but I bet my momma proud, fuck em' [Hook] x2