Аккорды к песне ​Rick Ross — The Pulitzer

 
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They can't believe that them niggas returned 
We the one that the bitches prefer 
In the club, we party until we get sweaty 
In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready 
Hold my dick, doin' biz with Liz Claiborne 
Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it 
Doctor J in the bank, scorin' title in the paint 
Regrouped all my block, double cup my purple drank 
They watchin' me close, even readin' my lips 
Bussin' the .45, then I'm pleadin' the fifth 
And I'm leavin' as if that's a meeting I missed 
Such a wonderful time, even blew 'em a kiss 
 
Timbaland rich, two-fifty a beat 
You should see his new crib, even came with a street 
Still be touchin' the white, talkin' that Bubba Sparxxx 
It got a double R on it if it's one of ours 
Run along, boy, if you don't want a war 
I got a prize, motherfucker, it's the Pulitzer 
Woop, woop 
It's Ferro Dinero 
 
They say that the floor is facetious 
Fat boy just keep fillin' the bleachers 
Went from sellin' yayo with the nosebleeds 
Young niggas only got rich with the wrong things 
I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring 
Rhymin' longer than prison sentences in New Orleans 
My nigga did a dub, now he at the fed 
Shit, it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds 
Them Percocets, they heavy on the ledge 
Twenty million cash, yes, that's called success 
Thousand acres, my own metropolis 
And he still hustle with dominance 
Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics 
Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits 
Gettin' money, you're still boobie gang 
No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bang