I'm A G Lyrics - Port Of Miami - Rick Ross

1Uh I wear a gun like a girdle 

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle 

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered 

You heard me 

Yeah and I'm a G 

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me 

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me 

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh 

I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley 

I gotta few slugs, don't tempt me 

Khaled put me up on the fur mats 

I'm a million dollar nigga, let's confirm that 

I rep Carol City out in Vegas 

And the Magic hundred thousand dollar bracelet 

More guns than The Matrix 

Neo, reload get your face twist 

Cartel cocaine by the cases 

Cartel more cars than the races 

AK's on the lear jet 

G4 Rick Ross I'm a real threat 

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Uh I wear a gun like a girdle 

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle 

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered 

You heard me 

Yeah and I'm a G 

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me 

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me 

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh 

Standin' in the blue house, chopper in my right hand 

Stomach growlin' and Brisc gotta feed the fam 

I gotta meet the man, the man with them kilograms 

He 'bout to get jammed by the Opalocka goon 

I found the needle in the hay stack 

Put boy in and flood the streets I got my weight back 

Now I'm known around Dade as the young don 

Ain't no bitch made pussy where I come from 

And them dicks ain't stoppin' shit 

Eight pounds on the peak and bird fare on the wrist 

So far so hood 

Move around, hit his ass, it ain't look so good 

Now he leavin' in the black bag 

He the roach, the Brisc' be the black flag 

And don't leave your dope round me 

Straight gutta fo real, ask your homie 'bout me 

I'm a G 

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Uh I wear a gun like a girdle 

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle 

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered 

You heard me 

Yeah and I'm a G 

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me 

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me 

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh 

Fat paper bag, brown paper bag 

Rubberband green paper cash 

Fuck with it get the laser tag 

Y'all niggas better wave a flag, it is over 

I walk with a hand gun ride with a pump 

"Vroom" it must be the coupe or somethin' 

Since I love her I'm a put some candy on that hoe 

I go topless no panty on that ho 

See, y'all niggas think it's sweet 

Sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth, like that bwoy 

I got guns where guns ain't supposed to be 

You need to get a full dose of me 

I'm crack 

Uh I wear a gun like a girdle 

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle 

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered 

You heard me 

Yeah and I'm a G 

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me 

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me 

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh 

Niggas know I'm militant 

Know who you dealin' with 

Fuck your pretty whip 

You niggas ain't killin' shit 

Every bird I whip 

Fuckin' every bird I'm with 

I'm your Makaveli sucker with a murder hit 

Y'all niggas ain't trill 

Y'all niggas know the deal 

Y'all niggas won't deal 

What you talkin' is irrelevant 

This shit would leave a hole in a elephant 

So if I got it then I'm sellin' it 

Need cheese cake like Fredrick 

Your hear the rhetoric 

Think you not a predicate 

Rick in the seven-six 

Six shot medal kit 

Ross 

Uh I wear a gun like a girdle 

Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle 

Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered 

You heard me 

Yeah and I'm a G 

You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me 

I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me 

Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh 

Rosss!