Rick Ross - Us ft.Drake Lil Reese

[Hook: Lil' Reese] At the top it's just us nigga But I don't really trust niggas OTF it's just us nigga But I don't really trust niggas GBE we don't fuck with niggas At the top where you see us nigga Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thrilla Two door Maybach clean, smokin' on killa You a stranger talkin' and I don't feel it If I don't know your momma, I'mma make him feel it Heavy Armor-All you know I wanna shine Bitch I need it all, each and every dime Photos taken, four door Maybach I know you hatin' Stayin' with women from Staten Island my flows so flagrant We the realest, pistol concealed my percentage Higher than yours Cash Money I see no limits Port of Miami then I drop Trilla Ex dope dealer worth 8 figures [Hook] [Verse 2: Drake] Just got back from Turks & Caicos hoes all at the villa Only nigga making albums with no fucking filla New deal on the table look like bout like 10 milla Shout my lawyer man he a contract killa You know 305 Ricky that's my fucking nigga Did this shit right here Baka, Preme, Styles and Gilla Did this shit right here for Reese, Sosa, Fredo, Durk!! You let Drizzy get a verse you gon get this work Yeah, at the top it's just us nigga Yeah, that's why I don't really trust niggas See my family and the money is a must nigga All the fame and all the pussy is just a plus nigga Yeahhh [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil' Reese] Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas A small circle with no new niggas Cause I don't really trust niggas GBE its just us nigga And she just wanna fuck with us So much kush keep me stuck nigga In other words high as fuck nigga Life's a movie I'm a priceless picture 400 for the belt nigga Right or wrong you get left nigga For that bag you get left nigga For my niggas you get left nigga [Hook] [Verse 4: Rick Ross] I love this beat, ah man I'm finna go bad I pay for pussy, ah man she gotta be bad She fuck with me, that bitch know I'm 'bout to buy them bags Beef with me, fuck boy bout to go out back! I woke up countin' money, make confetti fall Type of money, she fuck me she gotta fuck us all Them other boys well known for letting niggas starve We eating good, not my 40 Wing Stops My new home look like it's Al Capone My new bitch look like she in them folds My new watch look like I had a stove Barry Weiss told me I'm gold, God forgives I don't Me and Drizzy like The Beatles nigga Same ones hating, wouldn't wanna be them niggas We love them stares but we don't see them niggas We don't see them niggas!