Maybach Music Group Ft Rick Ross Ft Meek Mill Ft Wale - Pandemonium - Lyrics

  • [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 niggas
    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 fore she get off
    I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
    Welcome to organized crime
    Money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times
    The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
    Penthouse on Collins, money long as Ocean drive
    Black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?
    My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
    Feds get involved, I’m slipping off into Senegal
    Issue your warrant, informant, bitch I’ve been a boss
    Counting money stacks, yours' counter-fitted
    I made my money back when your accountant didn’t
    Went against the odds, there's only one Rozay
    My nigga okay


    [Refrain]
    I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
    Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front
    Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
    Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
    Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
    Half a million for the same car we rolling in
    Pandemonium, pandemonium
    We the number one niggas your bitch noticing


    [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
    Million ways to make this money, you gon' get it
    On the grind twenty-four/seven, I’m with it
    YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
    Jumping out the Phantom like a muthafucking midget
    Money knocking at the front door I’m like, who is it
    It’s Benjy, tell my lil nigga 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 niggas that be stacking and 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’s part the reason that them Churches got some services
    The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
    Nigga 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 telling Megan 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 niggas 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
    I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach


    [Refrain]


    [Verse 3: Wale]
    Whole time, see that fly shit I’ve been on
    All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
    That's game bitch, ain't shit
    Nudies and some J six
    Where I’m from it’s cold
    And niggas get at you like handkerchiefs
    God bless you unless you was disrespectful
    Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
    They say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down
    So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about
    Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
    Flyest niggas 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 sorta’s and kinda’s
    Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina
    Let's give em awesome intercourse and ignore their inquires
    Quietly becoming a top tier
    You dreamed of getting green, best believe I’m John Deere
    Greenist Moncler shit, earth tones in the winter
    Purp rolled in a rillo
    I am on my John Lithgow
    Out of this 3rd Rock, nigga air it out
    I am on my Tom Brady y’all niggas is Eric Crouch
    What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself
    I can't see your album coming
    That shit's like a sucker punch
    Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch
    Dinner time she bring a friend
    Write my shit so vicious
    Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen
    Always on some new shit CNN
    Shitting on these niggas like I need Depends


    [Refrain]

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