Supreme Lyrics

Rick Ross Supreme

[Intro]
...nah I'm just f..ckin' with you
Aye Scott! I'm just f..ckin' with you, baby!
Yo!

[Verse 1]
Speedin' in the ghost, on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta [?] concentration while countin' my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jockin' my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived...