Текст песни(слова) lyrics Rick Ross - Stay schemin (feat. Drake & French Montana)

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[Hook]
I ride for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas
I slide for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas dawg
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)

I ride for my ni*gas
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my ni*gas

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f*ck it, I don’t wanna go to court
F*ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F*ck it, I’m on the run for the money
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it

My lil ni*gas thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin’ money, thats in any ni*ga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas
I slide for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas dawg
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)

I ride for my ni*gas
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my ni*gas

[Verse 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with ni*gas like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that’s all

Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It's feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a ni*ga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays ni*gas reach just to sell they record

Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some sh*t like that you never know

Million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that’s how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets ’bout a rap n*gga
I tell a b*tch its more attractive when you hold it down

Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my ni*ga I hate it, had to be him
B*tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(B*tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym)

Tell Lucien I said f*ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Public and take her *ss out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she’ll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin’

I’m just hittin’ my pinnacle you and p*ssy identical
You like the f*ckin finish line we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my n*gas

[Hook]
I ride for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas
I slide for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas dawg
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)

I ride for my ni*gas
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my ni*gas

For new the coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My ni*gas got the powder through the post dawg

Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Ni*gas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big *ss crib, 250 down, damn

Gave my ni*ga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
F*ck, got me thinking like I’m 75
Damn, ni*ga ain’t even seen 30

[Hook]
I ride for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas
I slide for my ni*gas dawg, I ride for my ni*gas dawg
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)

I ride for my ni*gas
Stay schemin’
Ni*gas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my ni*gas