10 Summaz - 2 Chainz, Rick Ross

A nigga hot, like ten summers

Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana

My money long, like ten Hummers

I been getting to the money the last ten summers

Ten summers, ten summers

I been getting to the money the last ten summers

My money long, like ten Hummers

That nigga full of shit, somebody call the plumber

A nigga hot, like ten summers

Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana

My money long, like ten Hummers

I been getting to the money the last ten summers

You know I keep it G, like ten hundreds

I won’t fuck that nasty bitch wearing ten condoms

The chain cost me like ten Hondas

2Pac, dear ma, I’m tryna kill something

You know I do this on the regular, I’m telling ya

I smoke loud though, I don’t smoke no regular

Dear John letter to all my competitors:

I dumped my last girlfriend because she wasn’t wet enough

If I hear about a lick, I’m like «bet it up»

I got a young bitch that could set it up

Summertime, I’m about whatever, bruh, and

I’mma need a handicap sticker cause my whip is dumb

I fell in love with that money, she fell in love with my schwag

Too fly for these niggas but we knee-deep in that trap

You just getting that bread, since Bin Laden been dead

Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds

I’m stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter

Let that top down on my Beamer til' I’m tired of balling like Tila

On the books just like De La, get you knocked right out your FILA

Have your neighborhood drug dealer, just shoot yo' ass and peel out

You know I got the streets hotter than the Gates of Hell

Six for the nine-piece but you make it twelve

It’s simple math, yeah, we got the yola

20 million strong, MMG taking over

Ten summers, ten baby mommas

Yeah, I got my baby girl tatted on my stomach

Ten thousand worth of tats like an esé

I got a bag of pills, who wanna play them ex-games?

I do this for the trap cause I’m a trap star

Inside of my car look like a laptop

Outside of my car look like a crack spot and

If you think you’re lucky, it depends on your crap shot

Baby, let me put my stick up in your matchbox

All my verses hot, you might pass out

Got your girl smoking loud with her ass out and

If you didn’t know then, bitch, I’m the man now

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