So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This shit is highly sophisticated. I just make it look easy, nigga. Follow me.

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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 nigga made it,
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated,
Just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated,
Counting a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it.
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated.
I pull your card, I know you're pussy 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 shit amazing,
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican,
Sipping purple and that motherfucker concentrated,
This for my niggas 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 sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation. (Rugh!)
We so sophisticated, (Rugh!)
Shit so sophisticated, (Whoop!)
Money millionaires, guess we made it? (Rugh!)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm so sophisticated.
Smoking weed, busting open doll all the liquor later,
I bust her open then I tell her Imma lick her later,
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it's activator,
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading.
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating,
Round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating.
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated,
Put yo dick 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 niggas cooling, ain't it?
I got a bitch I'm fucking that you see on BET,
My lil' Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ,
Breaking news and we still get them for ten a key,
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas, “C'est la vie”.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shitting 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 bitch,
All in my whip and she all on my dick,
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib,
'Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit,
‘Cause I burn shit down, yea?
And these niggas so mad it's my turn now,
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated,
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters.
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper.
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator,
Boy, you an imitator,
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount.
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check ‘cause I cash that and I bounce.
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce,
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word.

[Hook]