Summer Seventeen (feat. Yo Gotti)

[Rick Ross]

You scared to die nigga?

Open your eyes wide and I pray you are

I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it

All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss)

I got a lick boy, I got a lick

2017 trust me boy, this one is it

I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn

Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns

My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade

Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing

All my niggas mad they like fuck the world

Back to standin' on the Ave. With a couple birds

If you a killer well I'm tryna see

Cause calling the police the only thing free

I had to park that purple Lamborghini

And pull that Chevy back out on the cement

I'm from the city where they kill for nothin'

And all Renzel do is push a button

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

(All my niggas! I'm talking all my niggas!)

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

[Yo Gotti]

I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen

Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team

Rather you than me, rather me than you

Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting

Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof

Your bitch wishing on a star

I can see the moon

I can count to a million with my eyes closed

And shoot a pussy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded

Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo)

Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll

It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter

This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September

[Rick Ross]

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it

Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated

Shots fired; you short of breathing

Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas

I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan

How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam

Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand

Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam

You know them niggas killers how they name ring

You know them niggas winners how they chain swing

All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing

Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

(All my niggas, let's go!)

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen

[Yo Gotti]

Lord! I'm talking all my niggas!

All my niggas!

Every one of em, nigga

Summer seventeen nigga!