Black Bottles

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hood Billionaire
Black bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
You goin' hard or you goin' home?
You goin' gold or you ridin' chrome?
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Pussy niggas wanna see you dead (Woo)
'Cause them pussy niggas never see the bread (Woo)
Black bottles and the gold chains
Ho swallowin' my whole name (Rozay)
I got some niggas that'll slide for me (Rozay)
In other words, niggas that’ll die for me (Rozay)
Left hand for the styrofoam (Woo)
My right hand keep this Calico
I gave my shone a student loan (Haha)
That bitch's mouth made the honor roll (Woo)
It's a cold world, meanin' no love
Down to do work, nigga, no gloves
Just got me two birds from ol' boy
I always look out for ol' boy
Belaire in my refrigerator
I ate your bitch out on my dinner table (Woo)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains (Huh?)
Want the half or the whole thing? (Huh?)
You goin' hard or you goin' home? (Haha)
You goin' gold or you ridin' chrome? (Woo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Migo! Walkin' out the bando with a 4-5 (Bow, bow)
My mama told me get money and stay alive (Mama)
I can't make the deal, I think he wearing a wire (Go)
Pitching hard ball and they hit it, call 'em Mark McGwire (Uh)
I'm meeting up with Pele Migo, that's my ese (Brrr)
He ain't ever have a private jet, but work on runways (Go)
My wrist whip the magic, Quavo Hardaway (Whip)
3,000 birds in the air, I call it Andre (Woo)
I was nothin', turned into somethin' (Somethin'), these bitches want me
I came from the bando, lot of bags, but no groceries (Bags)
Pull up in the foreign, that's the trunk where the motor be (Woo)
Bottles in that VIP, bring out the camera, Spike Lee

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains (Huh?)
Want the half or the whole thing? (Huh?)
You goin' hard or you goin' home? (Haha)
You goin' gold or you ridin' chrome? (Woo)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
(Takeoff!)
32 bricks of gold, Karl Malone (Damn)
Lookin' at my Breitling, it got VS-1 stones (Shine)
Lately lot of you niggas been rockin' rhinestones
Talkin' 'bout you on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home alone (Damn)
Takin' a trip to go pick up that pack and we pull up in Bentleys (Pullin' up)
Walkin' around with that sack, no 6, nigga walking with a 50 (50)
It's Migo gang, QC the label, fuck niggas better get with it (QC)
After my show, I'm on top of your ho, nigga autographin' bitches titties (Huh?)
Travelin' around the globe (Travelin')
I was told not to sell my soul for the price of fame and never fold (Nah)
Act tough behind the internet
A nigga takin' chains, Deebo (Gimmie that)
24k on my toes
My Maison Margiela's, they rose gold
Trappin' and dabbin', I trap in the rain, sleet, or snow

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains (Huh?)
Want the half or the whole thing? (Huh?)
You goin' hard or you goin' home? (Haha)
You goin' gold or you ridin' chrome? (Woo)

[Verse 4: Offset]
Drug dealer, gotta keep the 9 milla (Bow)
You scary just like "Thriller," thinkin' about buyin' a buildin' (Buildin')
Finessin' the plug for the work (Finesse)
I cross him over, no dribble (Cross over)
Sippin' Rosé the day I had a court date (Court)
Tried to fuck lil mama (Smash), I don't really like no foreplay (Nah)
Talkin' all that shit (Talkin'), I'll put a price all on your toupee (Price)
I hit him in the mouth (Bow, bow, bow), he thought he had a damn toothache
Most of you niggas are too fake (Fake)
They watchin' a nigga like Blu-Ray (Watchin' me)
You talkin' 'bout that blow, but you can't be from in the kitchen
Whippin' up Alicia Keys (Woo)
You say that you got the big money
But really your money is sesame seeds (Small)
I got this bitch named Valerie, she bring me bricks from Sicily (Brick)
My neck is flooded and my double cup is mudded (Woo)
The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I made a million

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains (Huh?)
Want the half or the whole thing? (Huh?)
You goin' hard or you goin' home? (Haha)
You goin' gold or you ridin' chrome? (Woo)

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains
Wearin' gold from the cocaine
Boil kilo in the crockpot
'Nother drug dealer on the car lot