Rick Ross
Текст песни Presidential feat. Pharrell & Rockie Fresh

Hook:
I don't take it 'cause so I'm the shit
just like a presidential I roll around
Get money, money
the time is ours, is really ours
take off the edge it's really ours, play
Get money


[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

I don't take it 'cause so I'm the shit
just like a presidential I roll around
hey, the time is ours, is really ours
take off the edge it's really ours, play

Put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
get money, get money

I'm a young for that nigga, swapping from my era
I'll be touching hell of breath like I'm working at panera
got a bad bitch with me, good green with me
traveling round the world but I'm coming from the city
where Kanye did it, look they did it,
now Rocky Fresh is the next to get it
Fresh pet joins in my white size fit it,
new gold rolly that was written Ross gifted
playing in my mind they're dreaming about a time
when I get a try for rail like that will be dopest hell
I style them verses and making this rappers nervous
I love God but I could never work it out of churches
I'm just blind chick purses running with the best set
shawty love the grind swimming in the wet wet
I keep her flying in my bed is what she just said
smoking with my bitch while I'm thinking bout my next jet


Put put put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
get money, get money

[Verse 2: Ross]
May see me leaning in some new shit
Now is gold presidentials for the new shit
Three songs, weed crumbs on the cruise ship
I'm a boss have your ass on the news clip
She a dime but she gotta be a cool bitch
Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch
Needed some cash so she asked me could she move shit
Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish
I was skipping them classes, but I got me a master
I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest
Fishscale made me major profit margins
I'm a profit stuffing my pockets, you niggas starving
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm with this pretty bitch
80 grand, rubber band for some silly shit
She on that Alexander Wang
Gold presidential Venus when I change the game

Put put put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
get money, get money

[Verse 3: Ross]
She wanna roll with a winner now
So I let her roll with the windows down
My nigga's up the road come and get it now
60-40 no we split it up the middle now
Shawty's said the word, I was talking that talk
Maybe link up New York, that's awesome as fuck
I never been in love until I heard a beat
She never met a G until she heard of me
3rd floor projects, feel my point of view
Everything is number 2, that's when it come to you
Isabel Marant sneakers 'til 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

I don't take it 'cause so I'm the shit
just like a presidential I roll around
hey, the time is ours, is really ours
take off the edge it's really ours, play

Put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
Put put your rolly in the sky and wave em high
get money, get money