That Range Roger Came With Steps Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Fuck! 

Fuckin lawsuits nigga 

We the Best Music! 

Murder rate, murder rap nigga 

Real shit, Pluto 

Grants, Jacksons, Franklins, got 'em 

DJ Khaled! 

Fucked the DA on my way here 

I made some millions on my way here nigga 

I seen your comment on my way here 

I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga 

Bentayga with the brain bust open 

That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open 

Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar 

Load my gun, cock it back and then I push start 

I can't name how many times they tried to clone me 

I can't name all the names that tried to clone me 

This dirty money help me see the double 

Sidity thots, know they ain't forever 

My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs 

Spend three hundred thousand or better, that's on all the cars 

The Maybach park itself, nigga 

That Range Rover came with steps, nigga 

Electric tables in the back, I'm eating filet mignon 

He been 44'n all year, I put that Rollie on 

Trapping good all year, put the Rollie on 

They parading in the streets, you gotta keep a drum 

Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb 

The murder rate going up nigga 

I done ran this check up nigga 

Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah 

The goyard looking like a graveyard 

Murder money, I'm in love with murder money 

Old friends of me turned into my enemy 

My money and fame changes niggas into enemies 

All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy 

Want to send a hit but too far in the industry 

I feel your energy, I know you niggas envy me 

They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary 

I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky 

I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity 

With these billions on my mind, it's hard to be cohesive 

Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the needle 

Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter 

And I gave 'em all dope and they pissed off 

Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya 

I got my Memphis Ten niggas waiting to jack ya 

I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya 

I got the clappers, finessers and the trappers 

Before the rap change, you gotta go dap em 

Don't forget to look at niggas when they after ya 

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I told Future I can see the future 

Told my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you 

I know I'm blessed nigga, hallelujah (I'm grateful) 

And if you diss me then I might shoot ya (brrrrt) 

You don't fuck with me, the feeling mutual (fuck you) 

Half these rap niggas owe they jeweler (fuck 'em) 

I was selling keys to success 

I was coppin' keys outta Texas 

New Wraith with the stars in it 

New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it 

Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it 

Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it 

Let's talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin' 

Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience 

Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and Xans like we're patients 

And them fed's allegations will have you pacin' 

Million dollar dope boy, I gotta be grateful 

You tryna get that 100 mil', I'ma race you 

Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga 

Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga 

New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga 

Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga 

You fuckin' the money up if I'm being honest 

Gotta be grateful, I never break the promise, I know my plug love me 

I know my bitch hate me, I heard my hood salty 

I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault, it's just my blessings called me 

But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin' 

And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin' 

If she ain't fuckin first night then she just miss her callin' 

Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial, poker face, I'm all in 

Patek Philippe, AP, 40 mil', I'm all in 

Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin' 

I worked so hard for mine I'm tryna get some free bands 

I'm the king of the city, my house Graceland 

No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man 

That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga 

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