So Sophisticated - Rick Ross feat Meek Mill

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This sh_t is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy n_gga
Follow me

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
I'm so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another n_gga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated
You wanna be the hottest but that sh_t get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're p_ssy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this sh_t amazing
Got a white b_tch, she f_cking me just like she Jamaican
Sippin' purple and that muthaf_cker concentrated
This for my n_ggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game's sweet, gave all my n_ggas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Sh_t so sophisticated (Woop)
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I'm so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I'ma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that b_tch just like it's activator
Time to lay down these n_ggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my n_ggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be calculated
Put yo d_ck in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli
Fifty million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other n_ggas cooling, ain't it
I got a b_tch I'm f_cking that you see on BET
My lil' Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
And if he faking, f_ck him, tell them n_ggas "C'est la vie"


[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Sh_ttin' on these haters, ball hard D-Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo b_tch
All in my whip and she all on my d_ck
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my sh_t like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn sh_t down, yea I'm in my bag
And these n_ggas so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash, my b_tch so bad, she know sophisticated
I'm balling hard, f_cking b_tches and ain't got sh_t for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo sh_t refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad b_tch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had sh_t but I grab sh_t and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word


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