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Bill Gates

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  • 作词 : Rick Ross
    作曲 : Rick Ross
    Call me Bill Gates
    I told that ***** to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me
    Uh, ya heard me
    I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when you need me *****
    Ya heard me *****
    *****, ya heard me *****!
    Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas
    ****** is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever
    Court dates and caskets I'm tryna stay composed
    Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul
    Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil
    At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels
    Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall
    I got a ***** who licking b***s my back against the wall
    All black photographs that speak a million words
    One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds
    Louis towels and the Gucci slides
    Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
    I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
    I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
    Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
    They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
    They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
    Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
    They started waving flags when the ruckus came
    Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
    Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats
    Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices
    All my people eat at the table when we say our grace
    One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place
    Twelve disciples, I got two shooters ***** ten bodies
    Caught a few ****** living think that I ain't bout it
    Thinkin s*irts blood stained come with the drug game
    Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains
    Public defenders say a number and you ****** tremble
    Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you
    Louis towels and the Gucci slides
    Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
    I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
    I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
    Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
    They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
    They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
    Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
    They started waving flags when the ruckus came
    Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
    Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat
    Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat
    ****** follow me in hopes of finding my stash box
    In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top
    Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down
    Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud
    I put my ****** on they feet we can't be f*****g up
    So **** a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants
    I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
    I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
    Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
    They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
    They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
    Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
    They started waving flags when the ruckus came
    Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
  • 作词 : Rick Ross
    作曲 : Rick Ross
    Call me Bill Gates
    I told that ***** to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me
    Uh, ya heard me
    I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when you need me *****
    Ya heard me *****
    *****, ya heard me *****!
    Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas
    ****** is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever
    Court dates and caskets I'm tryna stay composed
    Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul
    Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil
    At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels
    Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall
    I got a ***** who licking b***s my back against the wall
    All black photographs that speak a million words
    One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds
    Louis towels and the Gucci slides
    Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
    I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
    I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
    Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
    They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
    They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
    Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
    They started waving flags when the ruckus came
    Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
    Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats
    Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices
    All my people eat at the table when we say our grace
    One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place
    Twelve disciples, I got two shooters ***** ten bodies
    Caught a few ****** living think that I ain't bout it
    Thinkin s*irts blood stained come with the drug game
    Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains
    Public defenders say a number and you ****** tremble
    Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you
    Louis towels and the Gucci slides
    Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
    I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
    I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
    Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
    They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
    They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
    Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
    They started waving flags when the ruckus came
    Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange
    Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat
    Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat
    ****** follow me in hopes of finding my stash box
    In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top
    Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down
    Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud
    I put my ****** on they feet we can't be f*****g up
    So **** a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants
    I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
    I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
    Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
    They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
    They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
    Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
    They started waving flags when the ruckus came
    Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange