The Pulitzer

(M-M-M) Uh, uh Huh Check 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 Dr. J in the bank, scorin' title in the paint Ray Kroc on my block, double cup my purple drank They watchin' me close, even readin' my lips Bussin' the 4-5, 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's 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 flow is facetious Fat boy just keep fillin' the bleachers Went from sellin' yayo in 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 out the feds Shit, it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds Them Percocets, they had me 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 (M-M-M) --- The Pulitzer - Rick Ross