Mahogany Caskets Lyrics – Rick Ross

Read the complete Mahogany Caskets Lyrics by Rick Ross from the album Set in Stone along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rick Ross’s music, you can also explore The Algorithm and City Lights, two other songs by Rick Ross.

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Let’s take it back to what we— what we love it at
How we only could do what we do
It’s the biggest, uh, yeah, uh (Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & T.I.]
Stefon Diggs, I need another b!tch
I won’t stop spending, go get another brick
She got on my plane to suck another d!ck
I spent a lot on my chain, so send the condiments
I took all the profits, you keep the compliments
Even on an empty stomach, full of confidence
King of the city, let’s build a monument
I’m richer than n!ggas, go read the finer prints
Yachts, boats, I’m the n!gga spending the most
You n!ggas checked in rehab whеn your single was slow
Fat Boy back, this ain’t rap money
I make you rap n!ggas comе and rap for me
Helicopters coming, all my n!ggas deep (Rap, n!gga)
Fears know the mumbles, so no need to speak (Rap, n!gga)
Where the b!tches selling pu*sy? Put the kids to sleep
Hit ’em running with the steppers, nothing on my feet (King, b!tch)

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Pardon my demeanour, I’m cleaner, sold out arenas
No love for the other side, fu*k if the grass greener
Get in the booth and team up, seen his temperature heat up
I just cranked the machine up, married the game, prenup
Was born to be up since a fetus, I kick my feet up (Yup)
Dues paid in full, look, I can pull the receipt up
Me and God team up, ain’t no way to defeat up
You in cahoots with demons, we got the devil, you W teed up
Might follow through Hell to do away with whoever follow you
Send you to your momma like your father do, holler, dude
Opportunity knocked, I was shopping in Malibu
Eating soul food on Lennox Avenue, ain’t that a fool?
Cannibal, digest n!ggas and threat dealers

Make set trippers go fetch n!ggas like pet dealers
Hella cynical, been tripping since clipping my umbilical
Identical bullets reaches you up or breaches the sentinel
It’s the king, b!tch, I never folded, never team-switched
Don’t understand it? You don’t understand English
Extinguish the fires, you said, “Double the bet”
Wish a sucker nothing but love and respect while upping the TEC
And don’t nobody care none ’bout you being weird
We take them new veneers home with us as a souvenir
Hahahaha

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I ain’t done yet, neither
Trebvon Diggs, they wanna cut a n!gga
No, I won’t coach, come headbutt a n!gga
You should ride in coach with all them other n!ggas
‘Cause I gotta post a lot of other businesses
B!tches is emotional and undergiven
I got thirty women put all in one subdivison
Give a n!gga space, give a n!gga space
Pu*sy, (??), I’m filling up the safes
The (??) we ghetto, Puerto Rico for weekends
Sipping (??), Colombian women
Drug lords, all I see is drug wars
Bulletproof trucks to the front doors
Shoot up all your s*it, fu*k 50 Cent
It ain’t ever walk away, that go for many men
Rich raps, n!gga, this is rich rap
And before I ever rat, I’ll let a b!tch rap
You wanna bite your deal, just like your Pooh Shies’?
When it’s time to kill, trust, I’m too nice
Shooting for the stars with these two dice
Pull up double Rs with the blue lights
Fat boy, yes, matter fact boy
Make a n!gga run it, call it task force
Thought you was a felon, all you do is the telling
N!gga told fast, prosecutors jealous
They say the streets dead, but it’s never that
One shot to the head with the Medicare
Cash money, I’m the new cash money
She can hit me in the DM, she just asked for me
(??) Rich forever
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