f*ck Em’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there -- but f*ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this sh*t real
IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these n*ggas gon' rat
Half these n*ggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

[Hook: Rick Ross]
f*ck em, f*ck em, I'm screaming f*ck em
f*ck em, f*ck em, I'm screaming f*ck em
f*ck all you haters
Watch me f*ck all these b*tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f*ck em, f*ck em, I'm screaming f*ck em
f*ck em, f*ck em, I'm screaming f*ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "f*ck every witness"
Cause b*tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f*ck em