So Sophisticated lyrics

by

Stalley


[Intro: Rick Ross]
This sh*t is highly sophisticated
I just make it look easy, n*gga
Follow me

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another n*gga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but that sh*t get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pus*y by your conversation
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this sh*t amazing
Got a white b*tch, she f*cking me just like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that motherf*cker concentrated
This for my n*ggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my n*ggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so sophisticated (Ugh!)
sh*t so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, b*tch we made it (Ugh!)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I'ma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that b*tch just like it’s activator
Time to lay down these n*ggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my n*ggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
Put yo di*k in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it's acc*mulating
I'm the hottest and these other n*ggas cooling, ain't it
I got a b*tch I'm f*cking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, f*ck him, tell them n*ggas "C'est la vie"

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my n*ggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so sophisticated (Ugh!)
sh*t so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, b*tch we made it (Ugh!)
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
sh*tting on these haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo b*tch
All in my whip and she all on my di*k
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my sh*t like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn sh*t down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these n*ggas so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my b*tch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, f*cking b*tches and ain't got sh*t for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo sh*t refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain’t got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad b*tch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had sh*t but I grab sh*t and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my n*ggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so sophisticated (Ugh!)
sh*t so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, b*tch we made it (Ugh!)
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