Rick Ross & Meek Mill – 800 Karats Lyrics

800 Karats Lyrics by Rick Ross & Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I know they don’t like me, niggas say I think I’m arrogant
I can’t bring my Philly niggas with me, they like terrorists (Brrt)
Pop out, I got twenty bitches with me and I’m sharin’ ’em
That is not my lady, ho my baby, she my surrogate
Gave her twenty racks, she like, “Period”
Pussy cracked, super wet like a Aquarius
I asked her what’s her sign, and she said, “Meek, a Sagittarius
I told you twenty times, this pussy makin’ you delirious”
I’m serious, they cannot figure where he is
They cannot figure how I built this shit up like the pyramids
I figure-four a model bitch (Yеah)
For an experiencе
Was in an SEL, that bitch be growlin’, fast and furious (Woo)
I got everything, for real
These niggas know how I came, for real
Fuck me once, she came, for real
Fuck me twice, I came Chanel
I do not like rappin’ with these rappers, they be playin’, for real
And I do not be playin’, for real
I came with niggas that came to kill, on gang

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
(M-M—) This the biggest
(Huh) This the biggest
(Huh) This the biggest
(M-M—)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Fisher island, I drop the top, I got two bitches smilin’ (Hahaha)
Get a pilot, I’m takin’ off, I’m talkin’ different mileage
Mozambique, hit up my dawg, we diggin’ for some diamonds
Me and Meek got all in on tellers who look the brightest (Woo)
Bitches slide, won’t come back (Huh)
Just to come give me they neck (Huh)
I just play with finesse, then I tell ’em what’s next
I’m as rich as they come, I’ma get me some checks (Boss)
I could live on the run, I got cribs on the West (Maybach Music)
I’m the best where I’m from ’cause I did it the best
All the bodies that we done done, know that come with respect (Huh)
Get a dog check, woo, get a dog check, woo
I put some money on you niggas, pray to God, yes
In the Mecca, I’m David Beckham, better say your lecture
All the livin’, I’m goin’ extra, makin’ sure it’s epic
Goldman Sachs, I never asked, but you gon’ respect it
Rohan Marley, I’m smokin’ godly, pettin’ on my leopard
I don’t fuck with YouTubers
Still do cocaine manuevers
All you could’ve been records
Druski know who the ruthless
I get praise like a Buddhist
Long as yayo keep movin’
Brick of lab in my two-seater lookin’ like it’s a movie (Ah)