10 A.M. lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
Tino

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a b*tch to Atlanta
Fly your b*tch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a b*tch to Atlanta
Fly your b*tch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Dreezy]
It's my first time in your city
Know you gotta show me round like a tourist
Pull up on you with that NyQuil
Know you tired from your tourin' sh*t
Show me somethin' I ain't used to
All these n*ggas be too full
Feelin' on all your new coupes
So I hope you paid your insurance, yeah
That's loose chains
Diamonds dancin' like blue flame
Did a show with my old n*gga
Got me ridin' with you in that new thing, yeah
Tity boy but I'm a bad b*tch
So he went and bought the kid 2 Chainz, yeah
b*tches try to get this flock on they two planes
Like you really comin' (Hey show me somethin')
You been [?] now show me somethin'
Bring me out to your block
Show me how they rockin' with you so I know you runnin'
Hit up Lenox mall, I spend it all
Cop the new Chanel, could've paid the bills
All this money, we just steady stuntin'
Ride foreigns all through summer hills
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a b*tch to Atlanta
Fly your b*tch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a b*tch to Atlanta
Fly your b*tch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Her all, you know we young and wild
Yeah, grew up runnin' wild, they tried gun me down
Yeah, grew up movin' pounds, now me blowin' pounds
Yeah, got your b*tch in town, 30 pointers on me now
I need a b*tch gon' hold me down when I'm feelin' down
Yeah, put on some fly sh*t, you know we be flyin' private
Put some Cartier over her eyelids
Let her drop the top, let her know we ain't gotta hide sh*t
Yeah, 10 AM in the A, I put a AB on my bae
D&G every day, rose gold Cartier
She a boss, I relate, huh, yeah
I'm a boss in and outta state, I told you I run the A

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a b*tch to Atlanta
Fly your b*tch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a b*tch to Atlanta
Fly your b*tch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
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