[Intro: Rick Ross]
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Three passports, three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I live by the code, wardrobe from 'round the globe
All I need is a kilo, an apron, show me the stove
General Electric perfected, cooking them O’s
No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
Hoes, I need a condom for my toast
Busting in these n***as, standing flat-footed, I’m on my toes
Froze, pandemonium overdose
Paparazzi in the trees, please, curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
Heroin transactions with Russian shots of the Smirnoff
Playing for keeps, I bust in 'em before she get off (Huh)
I run the city, just pull up and drop the kid off
Hah, welcome to organized crime
Money got me excited, I’m cumming four or five times
The .45 for you n***as with nine lives
Penthouse on Collins, money long as Ocean Drive
Black Chevy Tahoes, Haitians up out the potholes
My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I'm slipping off into Senegal
Issue your warrant, informant and bitch I've been a boss
Counting money stacks, yours is counterfeited
I made my money back when your accountant didn’t
Went against the odds, there's only one Rozay
(M-M-M-Maybach Music) My n***a okay
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
Started in the back now we the n***as in the front
Step out on the block, all the bitches, they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my n***as to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one n***as your bitch noticing

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Rollin', we rollin', yeah
Million ways to make this money, you gon' get it
On the grind 24/7, I’m with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
Jumping out the Phantom like a muh'fuckin' midget
Money knocking at the front door, I'm like, "Who is it?"
"It’s Benji", tell my little n***a go and get it
Cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming, thinking how I’m gon' spend it
I’m like one's for the money, two's for the show of it
Three's for the bitches that be fucking for the ho of it
Four for my n***as that be stacking it then blowing it
You would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in
Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick, you was Nickelodeon
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We is part the reason that them churches got some services
The morgue could afford just cause we was doing the murdering
N***a called my phone talking reckless, I ain't heard of it
Fuck your girl, give her back, I’m courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a menage with Nicki
And be out London with Lauren and tellin Meagan "Good morning"
Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear
That I want 'em all, wanna fuck 'em all
Had my n***as down so I’m screaming, "Fuck the law"
Monday night wrestling, I’m so fucking raw
She gon wipe me down, I’ma brush her off
I’m way harder than the concrete, I say what my mind speak
Word to the homie Ross, I can get that nine piece
For the low, that nine cheap, call me if you want it, haters see me
And I'm stunting, got 'em sick into their stomach, ha
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
Started in the back now we the n***as in the front
Step out on the block, all the bitches, they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my n***as to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one n***as your bitch noticing

[Verse 3: Wale]
Just count me in, yeah
Whole time, see that fly shit I’ve been on
All the girlfriends fall in line from my spinoff
That's game bitch, ain't shit, Nudies and some J6
Where I’m from, it's cold and n***as get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches'll disappoint you but money won’t ever stress you, huh
They say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down
So all that shit you n***as kicking, we ain't worried about
Catch me at the carry out, mumbo sauce and half-and-half
Flyest n***as out here, period, no maxi-pad
Bitch I got a right to brag, bitch I got a right to boast
Presidential suite and bitch I never use my right to vote
My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous
And I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
Shout out to Lil G, shout out Tre and Mohammad
That BOA shit, we get paid with death over dishonor
I'm known as Obama's though I know no one in Congress
These bitches love me all the way, you got sortas and kindas
Sort of remind you why you don’t court no vagina
Just give 'em awesome intercourse and ignore their inquires
Quietly becoming a top tier
You dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere
Sip greenest, Moncler shit, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a 'rillo, I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, n***a air it out
I am on my Tom Brady, y’all n***as is Eric Crouch
What the bloodclot? Tommie Frazier, fuck yourself
I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch
Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch, dinnertime, she bring a friend
Write my shit so vicious, y'all like snitches, you can't see the pen
Always on some new shit, CNN
Shitting on these n***as like I need Depends
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
Started in the back now we the n***as in the front
Step out on the block, all the bitches, they still in shock
Get a piece of pussy then take my n***as to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
Half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one n***as your bitch noticing

[Outro]
M-M-Maybach Music