Rick Ross, Future, Yo Gotti, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti - Dead Presidents

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather You Than Me.
If you've been fuckin' with me from Port of Miami,
It's been hell of a fuckin' journey!
Maybach Music!
Ain't nun changed, nigga,
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser,
Maybe a lil' more violent.
Blame it on America, fuck it!

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm pullin' off the lot, I bought it cash,
Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past,
Her ass be lookin' good inside the leggings,
But I notice that she missin' all her edges.
I run the game just by runnin' with the felons,
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics.
Walkin' in the courtroom sippin' on a beverage,
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage.
Pissin' on these bitches is a fetish,
Fully loaded .60's smokin' on a seven,
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter,
Still in a box, got him rappin' acapella.
Can't trust no people fuckin' with the reverend,
I got a chopper, boy, don't make me be the devil,
He knockin' on the door and know the password,
Gave me his blessings, boy, I'm hotter than the last verse.

[Chorus: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, dead presidents!
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents!
Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant!
Let's go to trial, we guilty ‘til proven innocent!
Dead presidents, dead, dead presidents!
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents!
Fed sentences, fed, fed sentences!
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent!

[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee,
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money,
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck,
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport.
I got Bowling Green dollars on my chopper,
Bussin down a hundred bales in the bathtub,
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes,
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds.
Get to the clutchin on the hammer, ain't no dance moves,
I was posted on the stoop hangin with my Haitians,
The murder's on the news, all front pages,
Young niggas catchin bodies, ain't no relations.
I was stackin Ben Franks and bought some Fiji,
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat,
And I'm fuckin niggas hoes cause they easy,
I'm in here fuckin niggas wives, balls breezy.
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me,
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TV's,
I make a movie every single fuckin day,
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face.

[Chorus: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, dead presidents!
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents!
Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant!
Let's go to trial, we guilty ‘til proven innocent!
Dead presidents, dead, dead presidents!
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents!
Fed sentences, fed, fed sentences!
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent!

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let's go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet,
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages,
Fuck you niggas was when I was ashy, nigga?
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy, nigga.
Build a empire, yeah, that's what my state of mind,
Mothafuck 'em all, yeah, that's what my state of mind!
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Legoland,
Meanwhile, the kids smokin' like it's Amsterdam.
Dope boy prez, you know who got the troops,
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie,
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar,
Never ride dirties in the extra car.

[Chorus: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, dead presidents!
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents!
Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant!
Let's go to trial, we guilty ‘til proven innocent!
Dead presidents, dead, dead presidents!
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents!
Fed sentences, fed, fed sentences!
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent!