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Triple Platinum (feat. Scrilla)

[Intro, spoken]

You understand?

"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there. She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by prayer.' Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say. She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.'"[Intro: Rick Ross]

Versace drawers, like I'm triple platinum

Forty cars, like I'm triple platinum

Double R's on the gates, like I'm triple platinum

Shows cost a hundred, like I'm triple platinum

Triple platinum, Triple platinum, Triple platinum

Me and HOV back and forth, like I'm triple platinum

Triple platinum, I'm out in Cannes, Club Gotha[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Double R's on the gates, like I'm triple platinum

Couple pawns in the lake the couch is in the plasticTime for the real niggas just to really cash in

Murals of Machiavelli, wealthy my mind states

Everyday the net worth racing the crime rate

Sweat drippin' from my fitted giving niggas chills

Only ones who standing still, the ones who on the pills

Summer school and scholarships we said was sucka shit

Straight out of high school they had us touching bricks

In the trap with the white was such a sacrifice

Sentences for selling dope, just pray your casket nice

But I had a lawyer like them triple platinum

His retainer was the change up in the kitchen cabinet

Everybody mad at ya when you're living fabulous

Self made, then you never out here kissing asses

Still hand-to-hand like they chicken patties

Mad at the world, but you trigger happy

Double R's on the gates, it's like I'm triple platinum

Couple pawns in the lake the pistol's in the plastic[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Triple platinum, triple platinum

Hundred room mansion nigga like I'm triple platinum

More money than them niggas that went triple platinum

Triple platinum, triple platinum

Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum

Goin' hard, gangsta, triple platinum

Triple platinum, forty cars like I'm triple platinum

Four hundred acres like I'm triple platinum[Verse 2: Scrilla]

Triple platinum without an album sale

Three million grams, I left a powder trail

All gold Rollie, face like a diamond feel

Fire on me nigga, this is not a fire drill

Real trap nigga, live like I'm triple platinum

Marble the floors and put gold on my cabinets

My voodoo lady still keep her couch in the plastic

Triple platinum, they hatin', niggas alter they captions

Ten years and it's time for revenge

Paintings on my wall a gift to my kids

Versace drawers like I'm triple platinum

Wore 'em once and disposed 'em after

Bitches fuck me like I'm triple platinum

Like Prince in that purple jacket

Purple rain, pop a purp' and half a xanax

Trap star, livin' like I'm triple platinum

These are the jewels of many gods, the secret blessings

Script is written on platinum plaques, decode the message

Voice of a legend, Grammy nominated

Ramadan once a year, my sacrificial payment

Stone thrown at my Jesus piece, help me Lord

But tempt me, kill my Judas with a platinum sword

A king, but I'm punished with a crown of thorns

Triple platinum nails force these open arms

God's child, my soul triple platinum

When I speak, it's with the richest accent

I die for the ones that I love

All the pain, I just fill it with void[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Triple platinum, triple platinum

Hundred room mansion nigga like I'm triple platinum

More money than them niggas that went triple platinum

Triple platinum, triple platinum

Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum

Goin' hard, gangsta, triple platinum[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

I seen it from afar, blessings from the Lord

When a nigga that's so sharp, have his conscious loss

Before you buy a bottle, let's enjoy a glass

May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask

Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews

Minus one, burger moves, let the lions loose

Retaining ownership is all I want in this

Maybe two Phantoms, a bad one, ain't got a bone to pick

Somebody tried to kill me, still I'm optimistic

Told the detectives "Fuck 'em" and I bought a rocket missile

Bathing Ape draped on my label-mates

You not a boss until everybody at your table ate

100 bands on me, really that's my sneaker money

'Cause when they land, they be whiter than the Easter bunny

Cuban links on me like I'm triple platinum

The triple beam still up in my kitchen cabinet[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Triple platinum, triple platinum

Hundred room mansion nigga like I'm triple platinum

More money than them niggas that went triple platinum

Triple platinum, triple platinum

Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum

Goin' hard, gangsta, triple platinum

Triple platinum, forty cars like I'm triple platinum

Four hundred acres like I'm triple platinum

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