Pandemonium Lyrics - Self Made Vol. 1 - Maybach Music Group

3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money 

straight flights 

[Rick Ross] 

I live by the cold war 

drove from round the globe 

all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove 

general electric, perfected, cooking them O's 

no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves 

hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas 

standing flat footed, I'm on my toes 

froze, pandemonium overdose 

paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed 

Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf 

preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff 

playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off 

I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off 

welcome to organised crime 

money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times 

the '45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives 

Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive 

black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the ? 

my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos 

Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue 

issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss 

counting money stacks, your's counter-fitted 

I made my money back, when your accountant didn't 

went against the odds, its only one Rozay 

my n-gga OKAY 

[Chorus] 

I got a penny in my pocket 

million in the trunk 

started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front 

step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock 

get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop 

Pandemonium, causing pandemonium 

half a million for the same car we rolling in 

Pandemonium, pandemonium 

we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it 

[Meek Mill - Verse 2] 

Million ways to make this money, you gon get it 

on the grind 24/7 I'm with it 

YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid 

jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget 

money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?" 

it's Benjy, tell my lil n-gga "goin get it" 

cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute 

Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it 

I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it 

three's for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it 

four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it 

you would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in 

look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium 

papi got them keys in, he like my custodian 

I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian 

I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it 

We's part the reason that them Churches got some services 

the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering 

n-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it 

f-ck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous 

I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki 

and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning 

catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris 

from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all 

wanna f-ck em all 

had my n-ggas down so I'm screaming f-ck the law 

monday night wrestling, I'm so f-cking raw 

she gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off 

I'm way harder than the concrete 

I say what my mind speak 

word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece 

for the low that 9 cheap 

call me if you want it, haters see me 

and I'm staying got 'em sick to they stomach 

[Chorus] 

[Wale] 

Whole time, see that fly sh-t I've been on 

all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off 

thats game b-tch aint sh-t 

nudies? and some J six 

where I'm from it's cold 

and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs 

God bless you unless you was disrespectful 

Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you 

they say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down 

so all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about 

catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half 

flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad 

bitch I got a right to brag 

bitch I got a right to boast 

presidential suite and bitch 

and I never use my right to vote 

my vision enormous, my bitch's is gorgeous 

and I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming 

shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad 

that boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor 

I'm known as Obama's don't I know no-one in congress 

these bitches love me all the way, u got sorta's and kinda's 

sort of remind you, why you don't call no vagina 

lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires 

quietly becoming a top ten 

you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere 

?, earth tones in the winter 

Purp rolled in a rillow 

I am on my John Lithgow 

Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out 

I am on my Tom Brady y'all n-ggas is Eric Crouch 

what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself 

I can see your album coming 

that shits like a sucker punch 

here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch 

dinner time she bring a friend 

write my sh-t so vicious 

y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen 

always on some new sh-t CNN 

sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen 

[Chorus]