Chords for 01. Rick Ross - Mafia Music (Deeper Than Rap)

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[Abm] _ _ [Ebm] It's so clear
_ I got a feeling nigga [Eb] really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars, she like honey where the roof
[Abm] Pull up in the dogs, canaries they go on [Gb] roof
Even [Ebm] once had a job, going top on the roof
That boy had it hard, no facade it's the truth
So now when I'm a nod you get massage it's the proof
[Abm] Proofs in the printing in that paper, so to take [Gb] it
[Ebm] Paper that I'm making, gotta take it, photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger, I'm chilling on 20 million
The [Abm] rumors turn me on, I'm masturbating at the [Gb] top
You [Ebm] so so excited so they catching every drop
I'm dodging debacles like potholes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
[Abm] Martin had a dream, Bob got [Gb] high
I [Ebm] still do both but somehow I got by
Fresh low prey, Mike Vic pay
Bobby Brown stray, winning lost way
[Abm] Kimbo slice on the pad when I [Ebm] write
That made with the money looking funny in the light
But who really cares, we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth, pouring more than I have
Excuse [Abm] me, her weed, the blue is the [Ebm] weed
Trump full of white cars, smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad, beat by movements
Being dubbed on them big things, looking foolish
Shawty [Abm] sitting low, get things [Ebm] popping
Tip on the clock from a trip up in Compton
True net to cops, fuck one time
I gave her to the block, I fucked one time
We [Abm] boys in the hood and nigga you a little tray
[Gb] Suppress [Ebm] your appetite, we taking your little tray
Love my handgun but my [Eb] chopper still a shit
Banned in 1994 [Ebm] but I'm too legit to quit
90 [Abm]-96 kilos was the shit
[Gb] But that was better [Ebm] than roofing that shit, be bad for your skin
Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I seen
But I thought about my future in the loops, I could peen
Walked [Abm] out on a gig and I turned to the streets
[Gb] Kept my [Ebm] name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up with a strategy to fill my mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
[Abm] Motherfucker, mom, they sweat for my [Gb] balls
If I drop [Ebm] another album, I did that for my dogs
Ten million bucks, everybody ride me
I just sit back like, look what I did
Then [Abm] I bow my head and beg for [Gb] forgiveness
Once I [Ebm] say my prayer, everybody like the business
Smoking on the blunt in my own restaurant
People looking from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk
[Abm] Reincarnated, spirit of a G
[Ebm] Beef will make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat
A Farrakhan aura, paws on the pork
You eat from the bowl while your dog need a fork
[Abm] Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in their coil
[Gb] I'm laughing [Ebm] at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored
We stepping on you, prove to the motherfuckers crush
We making sweet love to every woman that you lust
I love to [Abm] pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent
[Gb] Curtis Jackson, [Ebm] baby, mama ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down, you gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid motherfucker
To [Abm] another chapter, paper that I [Ebm] capture
Caught up in the rap, yo, junk shots and laughter
Homicide is human, nigga, you looking funny
Women love to stare cuz they know they see the money
I open [Abm] up a mind by opening bank accounts
[Gb] Deposit a [Ebm] hundred stacks, break up, won't take it out
Baby, that's a gift, maybe you could live
I knew it wasn't work, but I just like to give
Used [Abm] to run the street, young nigga, bare [Ebm] feet
Now I'm in the suites, and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so ripe, other rappers envy
Calling all my jewelers up, asking where they spending
Thinking [Abm] about boss, not thinking about them
[Gb] This a letter [Ebm] to my enemies, one I won't send Amen _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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