Usual Suspects Lyrics

[Rick Ross] Maybach music It's deeper than the verse, baby It's deeper than the rap [Kevin Cossom] Doing a 150 miles and running Get up in my way, then you know that I'm gunning Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothing funny Getting rich in a rush, yeah you know us We're the usual suspects, the real definition of success Blowing money 'cause I can and I love it From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects You know the boys on the block trying to take us in Because we bringing all of that paper in From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects [Rick Ross] 17, time to man up Feed the fam boy, I put that on these canned goods All I got was Diabetes and a damn ug People talking down, calling me a damn scrub Young niggas, all you want to do is roam free On your own feet, got to cook your own beef I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule I laugh while I'm doing laps in the swimming pool I don't owe you niggas nothing Throw me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip Drummond, limousines are the Hummer Penthouse suite, pretty beach, I call her Summer Lot of homies passed, see them in the future Running so fast, on the gas, never neutral Got to keep a shooter while I'm riding in the 7 Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven [Kevin Cossom] Doing a 150 miles and running Get up in my way, then you know that I'm gunning Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothing funny Getting rich in a rush, yeah you know us We're the usual suspects, the real definition of success Blowing money 'cause I can and I love it From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects You know the boys on the block trying to take us in Because we bringing all of that paper in From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects [Nas] And still my talent is yet to be challenged Had no jet with my own pilot, no blasting off With Flex or DJ Khaled, my mom stressing college But my crude sense of logic did allude to my empty wallet Try spitting on a green tinted Accord Which could mean a sentence up north where the homie was But back then dough was like a whore that Goldie love, it didn't exist And Officer Foley Cuffs was after my wrists Was not Beverly Hills where we chilled Imagine this, the Nazareth had to get from rags to rich I used to stand on rooftops, with 2 glocks Figuring, how do I turn my Timberlands to Crocs? Now reptiles was left out, I'm 'bout a watch, what is you thinking? Murk you, plus the muscle that u bringing is nothing to me If you thugging or fake and shanked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Dealt with all of you gangstas, to the roughest Jamiacans and Haitians [Kevin Cossom] Doing a 150 miles and running Get up in my way, then you know that I'm gunning Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothing funny Getting rich in a rush, yeah you know us We're the usual suspects, the real definition of success Blowing money 'cause I can and I love it From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects You know the boys on the block trying to take us in Because we bringing all of that paper in From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects [Rick Ross] If you follow physics nigga, money never flow Meaning every day im living, try to stay afloat Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross Handlers managing money they never come across Aspen to Africa, magnamers numbers involved AK47s singing winter, by summer you fall I dealt with broads and those willing to sell they soul Over cars and clothes, man I'm talking petty hos As my fetti grow, fuck a feet of SpaghettiOs I'm club hopping in Cali, shout out to Ariel Somebody dim the lights, triple black tux Keyser Söze in the flesh, it's time to catch up I run with niggas who destined to get a life sentence Get they baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits My nigga got a dub an love to do the push ups I got a million cash, tryna get the kush up [Kevin Cossom] Doing a 150 miles and running Get up in my way, then you know that I'm gunning Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothing funny Getting rich in a rush, yeah you know us We're the usual suspects, the real definition of success Blowing money 'cause I can and I love it From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects You know the boys on the block trying to take us in Because we bringing all of that paper in From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects A 150 miles and running Get up in my way, then you know that I'm gunning Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothing funny Getting rich in a rush, yeah you know us We're the usual suspects, the real definition of success Blowing money 'cause I can and I love it From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects You know the boys on the block trying to take us in Because we bringing all of that paper in From nothing to something You know us, we're the usual suspects [Rick Ross] Maybach music It's deeper than the verse, baby It's deeper than the rapRick Ross f/ Nas - Usual Suspects - http://motolyrics.com/rick-ross-f-nas/usual-suspects-lyrics.html