911 - Rick Ross

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball

Ain’t no more off days, my crib look like a mall

Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall

Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall!

I remember picking watermelons

Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!

If I die tonight I know I’m coming back nigga

Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

Fuck your investigation, started my elevation

Cherry red 911 straight to my destination

Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations

Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations

Boochie Boochie money long, he got 20 cars

Graduated from them blocks, now it’s stocks and bonds

Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show

They know a nigga’s name, they know a nigga’s strong

Fuck with me!

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela

Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper

Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, that switch the topic

Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment!

She let me smell her pussy!

I know you smell the money!

Still smell the gunpowder

911 — 100 miles and running

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?