Rick Ross feat. Drake & French Montana
Текст песни Stay Schemin'

[Hook:]
I ride for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas.
I slide for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas, dawg.
(Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg.)
I ride for my niggas.

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Damn, life's so short.
Fuck, I don't wanna go to court.
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though.
Fuck it, I'm on the run for the month.
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it,
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid,
I'm gettin money, that's in any nigga category,
Double M, I got G's out in California.

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[Verse 2: Drake]
(Young Frankie Geechi Liberace,)
It bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads,
Guess, every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours,
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all,
I just ask them when you see me you speak up, nigga, that's all!
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing,
It's feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged,
Back then if a nigga reached it was for the weapon,
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record.
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge,
Me and my G from DC, that's how I roll around,
Might look light, but we heavy though,
You think Drake will pull some shit like that? You never know.
Million dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge,
Me and my man, Oliver North, that's how I roll around,
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga,
I tell that bitch, "It's more attractive when you hold it down".
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's,
Kobe, my nigga, I hate it had to be him.
Bitch, you wasn't with me shooting in the gym!
(Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym!)
Tell Lucian I said, "Fuck it", I'm tearing holes in my budget,
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public,
Ordered her the filet, told 'em butterfly it, she'll love it,
She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin'.
I'm just hittin my pinnacle, you and pussy identical,
You like the fucking finish line, we can't wait to run into you,
But let me get my mind off that,
Young rich motherfucker getting mine off rap with my niggas.

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[Verse 3: French Montana]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dog.
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog.
Dwight Howard on the post, dog.
My niggas got the powder through the post, dog.
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head,
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the Feds.
10 grams off my last 250 now,
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn.
Gave my nigga Max 7-5,
Then gave my nigga Penthouse another 30,
Fuck it, got me thinking like I'm 7-5,
Damn, nigga ain't even seen 30.

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