Inkredible (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Trae I see ya, Rozay I-I-Inkredible Know what it is M-M-M-Maybach Music [Verse 1: Rick Ross] My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring or nugget Niggas like the ride, sip lean out the bucket I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas Hard times call for drastic measures I call my dog, he bought a mac 11 40 rounds hollerin where the yola at? Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap Microphone, Michael corleone I know I'm wrong The man up above love for me to sing them poems So sing along, you know the song I sing Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team It's Rozay, I need 100 bottles Yellow bitches, all of em swallow H town, nigga 305 I can move them packs, each and every night [Verse 2: Trae] Ughh, chyea, haha, uhh Triple black panamera phantom of the streets Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats All these stones on my my neck and wrist part of the streets Used to … endangered now its part of my seats I'm in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain't an option Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings Competition is murder, haters I'm killin Fuck a money machine, I dont count it I blow it Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it I'm a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless I'm the city of Houston, you can tell them its Texas The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas Behind something that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas These other dudes yellin truth, they only imitation And when I see them its fuck 'em minus the penetration [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Uhuh, yea, uh We're gettin situated (Mmm), I know you bitches hate it I'm in a new Aston, the one Swizz created (Haa-ha) I can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded (Yeah) Before you become a member you get initiated (Uh-huh) A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon The hood still love me cuz I never left them (Uh-uh) I distribute it (Yeah), I get rid of it (Yep) Its all comin back (Uhh), every bit of it I'm territorial, its your memorial (Yeah) But don't feel bad, I'm talkin to all of you (Yeah) This is real shit, and that's nonsense (Uh-huh) I got AKs (What?), I got Thompsons (Haha) I got investors (Yeah), I get sponsors (Uh) They scared of the crew (Scared), I'm wit monsters (What?) It ain't nothin for sure but we touchin the raw (Uh) And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door