Shaq & Kobe Lyrics – Rick Ross ft. Meek Mill

[Intro]
What is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet
Ha-ha-ha

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
N!ggas wanna see you lose
When you're making moves (Moves)
We bringing tools in any rooms
We tryna break the rules (Rules)
N!ggas is haters, they ain't goons
We tryna make them fool (Fool)
I never thought I'd make the Forbes
Before I make the news (Never)
Having a threesome with some b!tches
It's still ain't amusing (I ain't)
I pick and choose, put on my jewels
It's like I lit a fuse (It's lit)
I call the shots, and all the killers be like "What's thе move?"
(Let's get it)
Hundrеd grand, you and your little man gets split in two (Splitter)
Mmm, my life got way realer
Playing with them millions and they turned me to a made n!gga
Anywhere in the trenches I be active when they play with 'em
Statements got retracted when n!ggas ratted
'cause we sprayed n!ggas
Mafioso sipping Lobos
Jumping out the chopper to the yacht off the gold coast
We was holding choppers on the block, selling coco
Now we treating models like they thots out in SoHo (Yeah)
Thirty mill' in cash, do these n!ggas bad (Bad)
They never thought I'd go this far just from a pen and pad (Pad)
I seen my dawg kill my dawg, just to get his stash
He went up top, they banged him up, got that n!gga slayed

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross]
(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot and punched the stuffings
Keep tucking the chopper (Huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours (Twenty-four hours)
Too much money and power
Stumble into the penthouse
With a baddie to f**k in the shower (Huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I left and came to n!ggas in the red tape (Huh)
Digging through they pockets, left they shoes unlaced
Homicide on another case
Mmouth wide, gold teeth with a pale face (Bang)
My n!ggas ...? (Huh)
But they never would leave if they ever diss (Huh)
Your mother still in pain, it been a few days
What you know, this all it came with minimum wage
They thought it was a game 'til the shots rang
Six minutes, laying on the same box sprang
How you dead broke but got a dope charge?
Y'all would rob a bank just boast bond (Huh)
Got this chopper with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof since I won't walk (God)
Killing n!ggas in the streets, I call it a feast
Twenty million, I can see it all in a week (Boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots (Huh)
It's only pay the work when we leave the lot
Calamari in California, yeah, I want a kiss
All you ...? that were demons, you can suck a d!ck (B!tch)
I hope you die slow with your blindfold (Huh)
Your b!tch still at home with her mind blown (Huh)
I got a pool in Paris and some buffalos (Woo)
And I got a pool in Paris in the bungalows (Ha-ha-ha)
Still flipping numbers out in ...? house
Everybody get to eat, that's what a winner called
Sipping champagne, I'm own it myself (Boss)
You n!ggas better learn to own you some wealth

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross]
(Too much)
Too much money and power
Walk up in the spot and punched the stuffings
Keep tucking the chopper (Huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours
Too much money and power
Stumble into the penthouse
With a baddie to f**k in the shower (Huh)
Too much money and power (Too much)
Hustle in twenty-four hours
Too much money and power

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Some of this sh!t too good to be true
M-M-M