Testo di 'Champagne Moments (Drake Diss)' di Rick Ross

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Fish tanks and marble floors, livin' big and bad
Niggas laugh until they hit with my official jab
Crack smoke is the exhaust from my pen and pad
Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could’ve had
Record label takin' a loss, are you in your bag?
You a worker wantin' to chart, don’t make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys in his Louie Vs?
Run up on you and snatch your chain, watch you bitches bleed
Feel the pain and just describe when you really ride
Either you niggas gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G, give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles Schwab
Double Rs spread through the yard, and I swear to God

Pop a Perc' for the 'ville, go and count me a mill’
Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin’ they records when we speakin' directly
If we keepin’ it gangsta, when you see me you check me
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Gettin' bullied, don't walk up on me 'cause the clip is fully
Niggas pussy, don’t want to push me, I'm like: Really, would he?
Like his moves, but he never had to fight in school
Always ran, another nigga had to write your grooves
Flow is copy-and-paste, Weezy gave you the juice
Another white boy at the park wanna hang with the crew
Pulitzer Prize winner switchin' up like dyed denim
Get incentives for all the killings while we ride rentals
Look me right in my face, he beginning to shake
Told you niggas: Stay schemin', I predicted my fate
Got more money than you, fuck you want me to say?
Fifty mill' for the crib, where you want me to stay?
I can shoot up the block, I got pictures to paint
Let you DM my ho, but got bitches you can't
Let you get on my songs, it was good for your face
Now, bitch nigga, it's on, ain't no room for debate

Pop a Perc' for the 'ville, go and count me a mill'
Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin' they records when we speakin' directly
If we keepin' it gangsta, when you see me you check me

By the way, I got a lot of respect for a lot of rappers, but I got one guy
He's my favorite person to rap with on any song, his name is Rick Ross
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You ain't never want to be a nigga anyway, nigga
That's why you had a operation to make your nose smaller than your father nose, nigga
I unfollowed you, nigga, 'cause you sent the motherfuckin' cease-and-desist to French Montana, nigga
You sent the police, nigga, hatin' on my dawg project
That wasn't the same white boy that I seen, nigga, when we were makin' them early records, nigga
When you were happy to be around niggas, seein' niggas holdin' them sticks
Yeah
You owe motherfucking Stunna your life, nigga
Give Weezy some more money, nigga
Give rap-A-Lot some more money, nigga
White boy
Yeah, biggest, it's Rozay, nigga
We can do it how you wanna do it, where you wanna do it, anytime you wanna do it, I'm ready
I'm ready, white boy, huh
I know you got your Dockers on with no underwear, white boy
Yeah, you had that surgery, that six-pack gone
That's why you wearin' that funny shit at your show, you can't hide it, nigga
White boy