Triple Platinum (Feat. Scrilla)

You understand? When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there. She'll say "Great God almighty", here come my child! He must've got here by prayer. Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother will say. She'll say "Great God almighty", here come my boy! He must've got here by prayer [Intro: Rick Ross] Versace drawers, like I'm triple platinum Forty cars, like I'm triple platinum Double R's on the gates, like I'm triple platinum Shows cost a hundred, like I'm triple platinum Uh, triple platinum, triple platinum, triple platinum Me and HOV back and forth, like I'm triple platinum Triple platinum, I'm out in Cannes, Club Gotha [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Double R's on the gates, like I'm triple platinum Couple pawns in the lake, the couch is in the plastic Had a phone call with Drake so we could fix the madness Time for the real niggas just to really cash in Murals of Machiavelli, wealthy my mind states Everyday the net worth racin' the crime rate Sweat drippin' from my fitted givin' niggas chills Only ones who standin' still, the ones who on the pills Summer school and scholarships, we said was sucka shit Straight out of high school, they had us touchin' bricks In the trap with the white was such a sacrifice Sentences for sellin' dope, just pray your casket nice But I had a lawyer like them triple platinum His retainer was the change up in the kitchen cabinet Everybody mad at ya when you're livin' fabulous Self made, then you never out here kissin' asses Still hand-to-hand like they chicken patties Mad at the world, but you trigger happy Double R's on the gates, it's like I'm triple platinum Couple pawns in the lake, the pistol's in the plastic [Chorus: Rick Ross] Triple platinum, triple platinum Hundred room mansion, nigga, like I'm triple platinum More money than them niggas that went triple platinum Triple platinum, triple platinum Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum Goin' hard, gangsta, triple platinum Triple platinum, forty cars like I'm triple platinum Four hundred acres like I'm triple platinum [Verse 2: Scrilla] Triple platinum without an album sale Three million grams, I left a powder trail All gold Rollie, face like a diamond feel Fire on me, nigga, this is not a fire drill Real trap nigga, live like I'm triple platinum Marble the floors and put gold on my cabinets My voodoo lady still keep her couch in the plastic Triple platinum, they hatin', niggas alter they captions Ten years and it's time for revenge Paintings on my wall a gift to my kids Versace drawers like I'm triple platinum Wore 'em once and disposed 'em after Bitches fuck me like I'm triple platinum Like Prince in that purple jacket Purple rain, pop a Perc' and half a Xanax Trap star, livin' like I'm triple platinum These are the jewels of many gods, the secret blessings Script is written on platinum plaques, decode the message Voice of a legend, Grammy nominated Ramadan once a year, my sacrificial payment Stone thrown at my Jesus piece, help me Lord But tempt me, kill my Judas with a platinum sword A king, but I'm punished with a crown of thorns Triple platinum nails force these open arms God's child, my soul triple platinum When I speak, it's with the richest accent I die for the ones that I love All the pain, I just fill it with void [Chorus: Rick Ross] Triple platinum, triple platinum Hundred room mansion, nigga, like I'm triple platinum More money than them niggas that went triple platinum Triple platinum, triple platinum Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum Goin' hard, gangsta, triple platinum [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I seen it from afar, blessings from the Lord When a nigga that's so sharp, have his conscious loss Before you buy a bottle, let's enjoy a glass May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews Minus one, burger moves, let the lions loose Retainin' ownership is all I want in this Maybe two Phantoms, a bad one, ain't got a bone to pick Somebody tried to kill me, still I'm optimistic Told the detectives, "Fuck 'em" and I bought a rocket missile Bathin' Ape draped on my label-mates You not a boss 'til everybody at your table ate (Maybach Music) 100 bands on me, really that's my sneaker money 'Cause when they land, they be whiter than the Easter bunny Cuban links on me like I'm triple platinum The triple beam still up in my kitchen cabinet [Chorus: Rick Ross] Triple platinum, triple platinum Hundred room mansion, nigga, like I'm triple platinum More money than them niggas that went triple platinum Triple platinum, triple platinum Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum Goin' hard, gangsta, triple platinum Triple platinum, forty cars like I'm triple platinum Four hundred acres like I'm triple platinum