Presidential (Remix)

[Hook: Pharrell] I don’t tick so I’m the shit just like a presidential, I roll around The time is ours it's really ours Take off the H it's really ours Put your Rollie in the sky and wave it high Put your Rollie in the sky and wave it high Put your Rollie in the sky and wave it high Put your Rollie in the sky and wave it high [Verse 1: Ross] You know the crib on the water now The Maybach stay watered down Project niggas giving orders now The gold presidential just to sport around I'm from the era of fitted caps and rental cars Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling Happy Hanukkah nigga, it's a wonderful feeling Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me dap Lyor like how I move, Warner right in my lap I made a few mils, ain't mentioning Meek Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released Bitches, they keep coming, Billie Jean thumping I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning I ain't missing nothing, got her sipping something I could ship her something, you know that December coming [Hook] [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] I'm a young fly nigga just reppin for my era I be touchin hella bread like I'm workin at Panera Got a bad bitch with me good green with me Travelin' round the world but I'm comin from the city Where Kanye did it, Lupe did it Now Rockie Fresh is the next to get it Fresh pair of Jordan's and my White Sox fitted New gold Rollie that was Rick Ross gifted Playin in my mind day dreaming about a time When I get a track with Pharell Thinkin that'll be dope as hell I started layin' verses and makin' these rappers nervous I love God, but I could never work at a Church's I'm just buying chickens purses Hangin' with the best set Shorty love the way I be swimming in that wet-wet I keep them flyin' in my bed that's where she jet set Smokin with my bitch while I'm thinking of my next check [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] They see me leanin' in some new shit Now it's gold Presidential's for the crew shit Three songs, weed crumbs on the cruise ship I'm a boss have your ass on a news clip She a dime but she gotta be a cool bitch Ponytail red nails still in school bitch Needed some cash so she ask me could she move shit Not a chance whips got her talkin' foolish I was skippin them classes, but I got me a master I was gifted at Math always counted the fastest Fish scale made me major profit margins I'm a profit stuffer from my pockets, you niggas starvin' Lord forgive me for my sins I'm with this pretty bitch 80 grand rubber band for some silly shit She on that Alexander Wayne Gold Presidential VS when I change the game [Hook] [Verse 4: Rick Ross] She want to roll with a winner now So I let her roll with the windows down My niggas up the road come and get it now 60 40 low we split it up the middle now Shorty send the word I was talkin' that talk Maybe link up in New York that's awesome as fuck I've never been in love until I heard the beat She never met a G until she heard of me Third floor projects feel my point of view Everything's number two that's when it come to you Isabel Marant sneakers till the summer through Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do Baby girl got that wet wet, I repeat wet-wet I'm the boss and I'm on that White T gold Rolex [Hook]