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Rather you than me
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If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami
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It's been hell of a fucking journey
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M-M-Maybach Music
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Ain't nun' changed nigga
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Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
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Blame it on America
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Fuck it
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Beat Billionaire

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Bm                                              Em
Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past
Bm                                   Em
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
Bm                                     G
But I notice that she missing all her edges
Bm                                      Em
I run the game just by running with the felons
Bm                                    Em
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Bm                                      Em
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
Bm                                     G
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Bm                                      Em
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Bm                                      Em
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Bm                                      Em
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Bm                                     G
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Bm                                      Em
Can't trust no people fucking with the reverend
Bm                                      Em
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil
Bm                                      Em
He knocking on the door and know the password
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Gave me his blessings, boy I'm hotter than the last verse

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
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Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm                                      G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm                                       G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
N.C
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
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I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
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On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
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I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
Bm                                      Em
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bm                                      Em
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
Bm                                      Em
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
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I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Bm                                      Em
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
Bm                                           Em
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
Bm                                   Em
The murder's on the news, all front pages
Bm                                      G
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
Bm                                      Em
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
Bm                                        Em
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
Bm                                      Em
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
Bm                                      G
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
Bm                                      Em
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
Bm                                      Em
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
Bm                                      Em
I make a movie every single fucking day
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I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm                                      G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm                                       G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let's go!
Bm                                      Em
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Bm                                      Em
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Bm                                      Em
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Bm                                     G
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Bm                                            Em
Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm                                      Em
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm                                      Em
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Bm                                    G
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Bm                                    Em
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Bm                               Em
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Bm                               Em
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Bm                        G
Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm                                      G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm                                       G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent