Us

[Lil Reese] BandKamp [Drake] OVO, MMG, GBE You already know [Hook: Lil Reese] At the top, it's just us, nigga But I don't really trust niggas OTF, it's just us, nigga But I don't really trust niggas GBE, we don't fuck with niggas At the top, where you see us, nigga Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thrilla Two-door Maybach clean, smoking on killa You a stranger talking and I don’t feel it If I don’t know your momma, I'mma make him feel it Heavy Armor-All, you know I wanna shine Bitch, I need it all, each and every dime Photos taken, four-door Maybach, I know you hating Staying with women from Staten Island, my flows so flagrant We the realest, pistol concealed, my percentage Higher than yours, Cash Money, I see no limits Port of Miami, then I drop Trilla Ex-dope dealer worth eight figures [Hook: Lil Reese] [Verse 2: Drake] Just got back from Turks and Caicos, hoes all at the villa Only nigga making albums with no fucking filla New deal on the table, look like 'bout like ten milla Shout my lawyer, man, he a contract killa You know 305, Ricky, that's my fucking nigga Did this shit right here for Baka, Preme, Styles, and Gilla Did this shit right here for Reese, Sosa, Fredo, Durk You let Drizzy get a verse, you gon' get this work Yeah, at the top it's just us, nigga Yeah, that's why I don't really trust niggas See, my family and the money is a must, nigga All the fame and all the pussy's just a plus, nigga Yeah [Hook: Lil Reese] [Verse 3: Lil Reese] Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas A small circle with no new niggas Cause I don't really trust niggas GBE, it's just us nigga And she just wanna fuck with us So much kush, keep me stuck, nigga In other words, high as fuck, nigga Life's a movie, I'm a priceless picture Four hundred for the belt, nigga Right or wrong, you get left, nigga For that bag, you get left, nigga For my niggas, you get left, nigga [Hook: Lil Reese] [Verse 4: Rick Ross] I love this beat, aw man, I'm finna go bad I pay for pussy, aw man, she gotta be bad She fuck with me, that bitch know I'm 'bout to buy them bags Beef with me, fuck boy, 'bout to go out back I woke up counting money, make confetti fall Type of money, she fuck me, she gotta fuck us all Them other boys well known for letting niggas starve We eating good, not my fault, it's Wingstop's My new home look like it's Al Capone My new bitch look like she in them folds My new watch look like I had it stole Barry Weiss told me I'm gold, God forgives, I don't Me and Drizzy like The Beatles, nigga Same ones hating, wouldn't wanna be them niggas We let 'em stare, but we don't see them niggas We don't see them niggas [Hook: Lil Reese]