She on My di*k lyrics

by

Jeezy


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Who at the door? Put the money up
I'ma been done kilt one of these n*ggas 'round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats (Huh)
Pork n' bean projects is where the killers be (Woo)
Can't be talkin' all loud or n*ggas gettin' shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my n*ggas out the scott let the wicks lock (Huh)
Swear to God, I'ma die for this wristwatch
Growin' up at risco, they called us p*ss poor
Realest n*gga in the city, let a b*tch know (Woo)
Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice (Huh)
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike (Huh)
Jabar home, goin' on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys (Woo)
Fake golds, n*ggas front with these Dracos (f*ck 'em)
Walk up on 'em with the forty and the case closed (Woo)
Double M the label with the most pesos (Woo)
I bought a condo and that b*tch got eight floors (Woo)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
Richest n*gga in the city so she on my di*k (Boss, woo)
It make sense, she on my di*k (Woo)
Makin' moves in the city so she on my di*k
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
I'm makin' moves, she on my di*k
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I get a rush when I see these b*tches watchin' me
It's like a high when I see these b*tches jockin' me
She on my di*k like she heard what I'm orderin'
Drop top Mulsanne, it's just one of these
She on my di*k like she seen some' she shouldn't've seen
Two hundred thou', one hundred's crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it's Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring (Ring)
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine (Huh)
And like the Chargers I'm about to move the team (Go)
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin' (It's Gucci)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Boss, woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
Richest n*gga in the city, she on my di*k
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She see my moves, she on my di*k (Woo)
The richest n*gga, yeah, she on my di*k

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang (Uh)
Ever dealt with a n*gga still dealin' cocaine? (Uh)
Never made it to the game before it's halftime (No)
Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine (Haha)
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes (Woo)
Pop a bottle every time you n*ggas flatline (Bang)
Lot of b*tches but I focus on my Fab Five (Uh)
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride (Woo)
b*tch hair nappy girl, you need that rich sh*t (Huh)
It take real heart to wanna be a rich b*tch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich b*tch (Haha)
Run with a n*gga with some money out in Memphis (I see)
She was postin' pics of the gifts that he would gift her (I see)
But the pus*y goes to the richest n*gga (I see)
And guess what? Rozay is that n*gga!
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Boss, woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
Richest n*gga in the city, she on my di*k
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She on my di*k, she on my di*k (Woo)
She see my moves, she on my di*k (Woo)
The richest n*gga, yeah, she on my di*k

[Outro: Rick Ross]
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