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[Intro: Rick Ross]
It's a beautiful day to get some money
And every day is another opportunity
to touch some paper
So I pray you wanna see a young nigga shine
If not, nigga, put ya head in a hole or
I'ma put a hole in ya head
Ya heard me? (Huh)
Tell me right now, nigga, whatchu wanna do?
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you?
I look a lil' familiar, don't I? Hahahaha
Look at y'all, look at it, look at it, nigga
(Maybach Music)
Yo (Uhh)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now, nigga,
whatchu wanna do? (Huh)
20 billboards in the city,
who the fuck is you? (Woo)
I DM all of your bitches
when I'm in the mood (Hah)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys,
yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah, that boy a fool

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Ass on all my bitches so
I squeeze 'em in the coupe (Huh)
Fascinated with the fortune
and it came true (Woo)
I may pass you in the Porsche
with the brains blew (Nyoom)
Got your bitch so wet,
I'm steppin' out in rainboots (Huh)
Thought it was Obama,
way I came through
I'm talkin' different commas
from them lame dudes (Nigga)
I'm printin' paper, boy,
I even wrote a book (Biggie)
I got 10 million cash,
what, you wanna look? (Biggie)
I got a half a kilo in my Monte Carlo (Huh)
And if I pull that Nina, boy you
got a problem (Woo)
Richest nigga down in Florida,
like I hit the lotto (Huh)
It's amazin' what could happen
with a couple dollars (Dollars)
They wasn't fuckin' with me
when I went to school
God damn, what that nigga do?
He got a Rolex and you know it's new
Evander Holyfield and Lennox Lewis

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now, nigga,
whatchu wanna do? (Huh)
20 billboards in the city,
who the fuck is you? (Huh)
I DM all of your bitches when
I'm in the mood (Hahaha)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys
yeah, that boy a fool (Boss)
Yeah, that boy a fool (Boss)
Yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah, that boy a fool

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
10 stacks on the stage,
cause a whirlwind (Whirlwind)
Take a couple stacks and give
that to your girlfriend (Woo)
Love to see pretty bitches
kissin' on pretty bitches
Number one in my book is
all the realest bitches (Hahaha)
Real niggas gettin' money
and she keep it square (Square)
If she were a hunnid then
I'ma keep it there (There)
I got a Lamborghini now I need the shoes
Took 'em on the high speed
so I made the news
Big bank boys, time to act a fool (Woo)
Big bank, you gotta help me
count it, too (Bang)
Half a ticket, boy, I spent it in the Lex
Seven figures, nigga got it on his neck
I get exclusive Nikes
with the light-up checks
Still scared to get indicted
for the white investments (I swear)
Rich nigga, bitch, I got it tatted
on me (Tatted on me)
I'm married to this shit
I get my alimony (Woo)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Wale]
Tell me right now, nigga,
whatchu wanna do? (Huh)
20 billboards in the city,
who the fuck is you? (Huh)
I DM all of your bitches
when I'm in the mood (Tell 'em dawg)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys,
yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
(Folarin in this bitch, yeah)
Oh God, yeah, that boy a fool

[Verse 3: Wale, Rick Ross & Both]
Folarin in this bitch,
your bitch is glad to see it (Huh)
I like my women built like they
could win a hundred meters (Woo)
I'm not that nigga that you niggas
finna suck your teeth at (Nigga)
You see this watch, you raise your eyes
it's Rocky Maivia (Hahaha)
How did I get here? (Here)
Who the fuck is you? (Nigga)
Niggas on their high horse, cool,
I'm investin' in glue
We can rumble or settle it cool
Ross told me homie is chess
then he made checkers the move
Yeah, hunnid SBs
That's 20 something on me (Huh)
Trust they not stuntin' on me (Huh)
Some of y'all just finally catchin' up (Huh)
Guess my old seminar free (Huh)
'Cause all my old shit from like '06
Is on everybody feet (Woo)
And now they walk it like I talk it
Y'all just go pay homage (Wallace)
Least before like March
I had them Cactus Plant
Flea Markets (Folarin)
And I just called up Travis,
for the cactuses you coppin'
Pink laces on my Jordans or pink
boxes on my condoms
And my closet, boy

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now, nigga,
whatchu wanna do? (Huh)
20 billboards in the city,
who the fuck is you?
I DM all of your bitches
when I'm in the mood (Truce)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys,
yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Yeah, that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah, that boy a fool

[Outro: Rick Ross]
M-M
Lord have mercy
M-M-M
For these pussy niggas on the Sabbath
M-M-M-M-M-M
Huh