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Lyrics to Amsterdam by Rick Ross
Greenback shit, cameras in the ceiling
Celine on my arm, we get ghost
You already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag haha - Maybach shit!
Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us
Refugees running wild, Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Nothin' to lose, I was starvin' from the start
(ME!) Now the same cat driving Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make 'em whisper
The club that I'm a member they'll be Gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
Lamborghini middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standin' in the field of dreams tryin' to see a hundred mill'
These boys goin' blind, they just happy being free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a ki'
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake befo' my ****az all decease
These boys snort lines, I'm fine just sippin' wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind
I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo to that boy that bend a piece
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real ****a to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm livin' through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
Always runnin' late, quick to show up wit'cha bitch
The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish
All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you, as long as you're gettin' rich
Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a ****a pocket change
These ****az actin like they want a war
When it come to whackin ****az I done won awards
****a you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?
I'm ridin in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn't claim the hood 'til you build a rapport
Amsterdam state of mind I just gave you a tour
I'm laughing at the people who labelled me poor
Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was porn
[Outro: Rick Ross]
I'm speakin' on the unwritten laws - code of the streets
I'm not the type of ****a that you bump into
at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
and do what the **** you want to do
****az like me you gotta get permission homey
And that could take a long time
In that TIME, I'ma handle my mother****in business..
It's the red light district, ****a this Amsterdam
Wherever the **** I'm at, it's a no go
We greenlight you bitch ****az