Artist: Rick Ross Album: God Forgives, I Don't Song: Amsterdam Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Greenback shit, cameras in the ceiling Celine on my arm, we get ghost You already know what it is Money stuffed in my bag haha - Maybach shit! [Rick Ross] Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us +ReFugees+ running wild, +Wyclef+ with a Sig Sauer Nothin to lose, I was starvin from the start (ME~!) Now the same cat driving Jaguars Open fire when you see me yell out and make [em whisper The club that I'm a member they'll be +Gone by November+ Keys to the city got killers who slither with me Lamborghini middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty Billionaire bid, wrists on chill Standin in the field of dreams tryin to see a hundred mill' These boys goin blind, they just happy being free In a world of so many I just wanted me a ki' Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece Slice of cheesecake befo' my niggaz all decease These boys snort lines, I'm fine just sippin wine Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind [Chorus] I'm Barry Gordy to the streets With a kilo to that boy that bend a piece I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm livin through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf [Rick Ross] Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick Always runnin late, quick to show up wit'cha bitch The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit Red or blue, do you, as long as you're gettin rich Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a nigga pocket change These niggaz actin like they want a war When it come to whackin niggaz I done won awards Nigga you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord? I'm ridin in some shit only I can afford Shouldn't claim the hood 'til you build a rapport Amsterdam state of mind I just gave you a tour I'm laughing at the people who labelled me poor Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was porn [Chorus] [Outro: Rick Ross] I'm speakin on the unwritten laws - code of the streets I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him and do what the fuck you want to do Niggaz like me you gotta get permission homey And that could take a long time In that TIME, I'ma handle my motherfuckin business.. UGH, UGH It's the red light district, nigga this Amsterdam Wherever the fuck I'm at, it's a no go We greenlight you bitch niggaz Rozay~!!