Correction Paroles Play Your Part par Rick Ross

Featuring(s) : D.A., Meek Mill & Wale

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Maybach Music

You think you're using me
Like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry
Another fuckin shopping spree
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we’ll be cool as long as you
Just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

I’m inclined with women who come on they time
She came over and she came a few times
From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin
Game over, had her shopping in Milan
Twenty racks, really that's sneaker money
Triple white Ferrari, yeah that's the Easter Bunny
At the Caesar in Vegas, yeah I put the Visa on it
Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me
I let her decorate the real estate
And I let her spend a half a ticket, give or take
A couple dollars, Harry Winston stone collars
Canary yellow everything, plane chartered
I spoiled her maybe cause I adored her
More than fly, that girl's a flying saucer
My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life
And she said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Uh, I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal
She said she love me but what I’m feeling is minuscule
I understand that Prada lives in her inner sole
So the devil that droves in her got her control
Anne Hathaway and sack chasing, getting yacht cake up
Though my paper way thicker than model make-up
But y'all wait up, my mind racing, I'm cold slipping
A lot of women is real, some bitches Robin Given
I never give ‘em no liquid, no pot to piss in
I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent
I’m pitchin bitches that's dreaming, thinking I'm trickin’ chicken
I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position
That's real nigga shit, real nigga life
I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe
I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Yo, I say, how can they compare to you? Everything material
Trickin’ shit for kids and you know I don't need no cereal
You know I was ridin’ and you switched up like a gear or two
So all that other shit you on dead, burial
Funeral, check my phone, reacting like it's new to you
Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you
Cabo to Jamaica every weekend, honeymoonin' you
Lobster over salmon and I ain't ever tried to tuna you
But now I'm just assuming you, living off of hearsay
Treble like the radio cause everything was airplay
First class Hermes, Panamera, purp pass
Greed written on her face, when I bought her first bag
And I ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed
Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
She call me daddy like a nigga Puff
Just play your role and we can live it up

Maybach Music

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