Rick Ross - Bill Gates Lyrics
(Intro)
Call me Bill Gates
I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me, uh, ya heard me
I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me
And I'mma come thru' when you need me bitch
Ya heard me bitch, bitch, ya heard me bitch!
(Verse)
Silk sweaters, dirty Berettas and petty vendettas
Niggas is jealous, I get it, bring it when and whereva
Court dates and caskets, I'm tryna stay composed
Out on bond, on the run, won't eva sell my soul
Doin' bad, I shorted my connect a cool mil'
At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels
Or at the Palms and I know the Feds across the hall
I got a bitch who lickin' balls, my back against the wall
All black photographs that speak a million words
One selfie with me and they think you're dealin' birds
(Hook)
Louis towels and the Gucci slides
Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and I'm about to build a Benihana
Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew 100 million and I'm still straight !! (woooooo)
They started wavin' flags when the ruckus came
Just put 100 kilos on the stock exchange
(Verse 2)
Crack money, Nike sweats, wake up in night sweats
Homemade key lime pie we cuttin' slices
All my people eat at the table when we say our grace
One eye open for the Judas who wanna take my place
Twelve disciples, I got two shooters, nigga ten bodies
Caught a few niggas living thinking that I ain't bout it
Dickie shirts, blood stains, come with the drug game
Cell phones tapped, fast money and cum stains
Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble
Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat
FingerLickin' laugh ova lobster in the front seat
Niggas follow me in hopes of findin' my stash box
In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top
Look around I smile at you as I'm lookin' down
Bill Gates, that red Chevy it be thumpin' loud
I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fuckin' up
So fuck 100 bricks, flip 100 restaurants
(Hook Variation)
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
Buyin' out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew 100 million and I'm still straight
They started wavin' flags when the ruckus came
Just put 100 kilos on the stock exchange
(Intro)
Call me Bill Gates
I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me, uh, ya heard me
I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me
And I'mma come thru' when you need me bitch
Ya heard me bitch, bitch, ya heard me bitch!
(Verse)
Silk sweaters, dirty Berettas and petty vendettas
Niggas is jealous, I get it, bring it when and whereva
Court dates and caskets, I'm tryna stay composed
Out on bond, on the run, won't eva sell my soul
Doin' bad, I shorted my connect a cool mil'
At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels
Or at the Palms and I know the Feds across the hall
I got a bitch who lickin' balls, my back against the wall
All black photographs that speak a million words
One selfie with me and they think you're dealin' birds
(Hook)
Louis towels and the Gucci slides
Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and I'm about to build a Benihana
Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew 100 million and I'm still straight !! (woooooo)
They started wavin' flags when the ruckus came
Just put 100 kilos on the stock exchange
(Verse 2)
Crack money, Nike sweats, wake up in night sweats
Homemade key lime pie we cuttin' slices
All my people eat at the table when we say our grace
One eye open for the Judas who wanna take my place
Twelve disciples, I got two shooters, nigga ten bodies
Caught a few niggas living thinking that I ain't bout it
Dickie shirts, blood stains, come with the drug game
Cell phones tapped, fast money and cum stains
Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble
Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat
FingerLickin' laugh ova lobster in the front seat
Niggas follow me in hopes of findin' my stash box
In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top
Look around I smile at you as I'm lookin' down
Bill Gates, that red Chevy it be thumpin' loud
I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fuckin' up
So fuck 100 bricks, flip 100 restaurants
(Hook Variation)
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
Buyin' out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew 100 million and I'm still straight
They started wavin' flags when the ruckus came
Just put 100 kilos on the stock exchange