No Exaggeration lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]


[Verse 1: Bruno Mali Kidd]
b*tch I'm 'bout the real, where my last hundred
Trap boomin'
My lil' n*gga got that cash comin'
Let them bad b*tches get them bags from me
Your next door neighbor screamin' Blocc Money fast money (ah)
Remember being broke, running through the 'jects
Now I'm in the jet, thumbing through the check
You gon' do the right, I'm 'gon do the vet
[?] sh*t, I can't forget you told me who was next
Double R the Phantom, make sure you are next
All white for the summer
There go two in black
Still ain't got no love, we just f*ck b*tches

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