B.M.F. (Blowin’ Money Fast) Letra - Rick Ross ft. Styles P

Ugh

Ugh

We blowing money fast on this side, nigga

Catch up, nigga

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)

Gettin' work, hallelujah

One nation, under God

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

My Rolls Royce triple-black, I'm Geechee, ho

Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meechie, ho

Rozay—that's my nickname

Cocaine runnin' in my big veins

Self-made, you just affiliated

I build it ground-up, you bought it renovated

Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated

Funny, you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetrating

Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?

Where the fuckin' felons? Where my dogs at?

(Ugh!) I got that Archie Bunker

And it's so white, I just might charge you double

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)

Gettin' work, hallelujah

One nation, under God

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy! (Boss)

Stunt so hard, make them come indict me (Ugh)

I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece

It's an Audem-eer, hundred racks, at least

Look at yourself, now look at me (Me!)

You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be (Ha)

Look at it this way (Yeah), you niggas sideways (Sideways)

Always gettin' money, my nigga, crime pays (Crime pays)

So fuck a nigga (Fuck a nigga), I'm self-made (Self-made)

You a sucker nigga (Sucker nigga), I'm self-paid (Self-paid)

This for my broke niggas (Broke niggas), this for my rich niggas (Rich niggas)

Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga (Ugh)

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Ross, what up?)

Gettin' work, hallelujah (S.P. the Ghost)

One nation, under God (Y'all niggas know what it is)

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start (Let's get it, my nigga, yeah)

Them thirty-six holes leave you bleedin', family (Bleedin')

Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram (Ha)

Blunt tip orange like caviar

Wildin' out, fishtailin', Subaru, rally car (Fishtailin')

Out the passenger, lettin' the automatic off (Let it off)

A eighth of that girl'll knock your mommy and your daddy off (You know that!)

Fuck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off (Fuck around)

Four shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors (Blick-outs)

And did I mention: guns from Red Dead Redemption? (Did I?)

Nine-mils, fifty-clip extensions (A long clip)

Coke is like a mattress in the hood: I'm flippin' on it (I'm flippin')

And the money's like a chair: I'm sittin' on it (Keep quiet, nigga)

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover

Whippin' work, hallelujah

One nation under God

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)

Gettin' work, hallelujah

One nation, under God

Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

(Maybach Music)