So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick Ross]

This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga

Follow me

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I’m so sophisticated

To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated

To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated

Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment

I’m from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it

Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it

Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated

Just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated

Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated

You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated

I pull your card, I know you’re pussy by your conversation

Show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination

Made another two milli just off the compilation

I just hit a lick, I’m telling you this shit amazing

Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican

Sippin’ purple and that muthafucker concentrated

This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick Ross]

This the mob so you gotta get initiated

If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment

We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton

The game’s sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh)

We so sophisticated (Ugh)

Shit so sophisticated (Woop)

Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I’m so sophisticated

Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later

I bust her open then I tell her I’ma lick her later

Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator

Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading

We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating

Round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating

So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated

Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated

I’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty

Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli

Fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating

I’m the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain’t it

I got a bitch I’m fucking that you see on BET

My lil’ Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ

Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key

And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas “C’est la vie”

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

Shittin’ on these haters, ball hard D-Waders

Ever since I got money, e’rybody need favors

That’s why I ain’t got no homies, and I ain’t got no neighbors

But I be on my grind like I ain’t got no paper

But I’m so rich and I got yo bitch

All in my whip and she all on my dick

With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib

‘Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit

‘Cause I burn shit down, yea I’m in my bag

And these nigg** so mad it’s my turn now

And I get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated

I’m balling hard, fucking bitches and ain’t got shit for haters

I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper

My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator

Boy you an imitator

You ain’t got no M’s in yo account, I never ask my amount

Treat that bad bitch like a bad check ’cause I cash that and I bounce

I ain’t never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce

And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

[Hook]