Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy e Yo Gotti)

[Rick Ross]

Rather you than me

If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami

It's been hell of a fucking journey

(M-m-maybach Music)

Ain't nun' changed nigga

Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent

Blame it on America

Fuck it

(Beat Billionaire)

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash

Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past

Her ass be looking good inside the leggings

But I know that she's missing all the edges

I run the game just by running with the felons

Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics

Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage

I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage

Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)

Fully loaded. 60s smoking on a seven (all ready)

Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter

Still in a box, got her rapping acapella

Can't trust no people fucking with the presser

I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil

He knocking on the door and all the Baswares

Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse

[Jeezy (Yo Gotti)]

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

(They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent)

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

(Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent)

[Future]

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee

I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money

On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck

I got wet stripper pussy at the airport

I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper

Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub

Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes

I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds

Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves

I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians

The murder's on the news, all front pages

Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations

I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji

They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat

And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy

I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy

She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me

I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs

I make a movie every single fucking day

I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Jeezy (Yo Gotti)]

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

(They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent)

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

(Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent)

[Jeezy]

(Let's go!)

Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet

Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages

Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga

Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga

Build a empire, yeah that's what's my state of mind

Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's what's my state of mind

Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land

Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam

Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths

Sixteen when I bought my first rollie

Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar

Never riding dirty in the extra car

[Jeezy (Yo Gotti)]

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

(They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent)

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents

(Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent)