Santorini Greece Lyrics - Rick Ross

Sometimes I be wanting to say "fuck the world!" 

I don't give a fuck! 

Shoot it out with all you bitches 

Bitches don't love me 

Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga 

Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga 

Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini 

Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15 

Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned 

Restricted license but I'm so divisive 

I know the snipers and I flow the nicest 

Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot 

A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots 

The bank account done caught the holy ghost 

I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost 

Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks 

Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift 

I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas 

That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers 

Suicide, or rather crucified 

I prophesize your whole crew demise 

Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga 

Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do it nigga 

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Huh! Huh! 

These niggas don't believe in God 

From this very moment, you should believe in God 

Half of my niggas headed to Attica 

Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor 

Diabetes rampant in my blood line 

That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine 

I'm here for results baby let's cut to chase 

Sticky fingers and paper 

D.A. will drop the case 

Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em 

2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with 'em 

Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'em 

I be half awake and still be running in 'em 

Two new liter sprite to get me through the night 

Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice 

Rich forever, killa take my old advice 

Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right 

And if I want her back I come and take her back 

Santorini Greece, I put it on the map 

Photos 

Some points you niggas gotta be grateful 

Mutulu Shakur 

I know your dreads touching the floor nigga 

We in the last days, these racist agendas 

Blatant double standards because I'm a nigga 

Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him) 

When you black, lips chapped cause the game cold 

I'm giving niggas jobs when I sing songs 

White man love me when I get my bling on 

But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land 

Respect my genius, all my people Portishead 

Room full of cloaks and they count votes 

Million man march and I'm taking notes 

Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost 

Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul 

So selling dope was the path we chose 

And now it's boats in the Bel-Air rows 

Rich niggas in the set and stone 

Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone 

See me in Capris or them Andes 

Santorini, Greece with a dime piece 

My money long, you know I'm out your reach 

Only fat nigga jogging on the beach 

Versace underwear but see the ass crack 

Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack 

I'm a pistol toter, fuck I'm voting for? (fuck 'em) 

If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take em all to war (fuck 'em) 

My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah) 

Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that) 

All the arguments she never called the law 

I was never home but hid the money in the walls 

Constant visits from the A.T.F 

So I copped some cribs in the ATL 

Martha Stewart decorated both 

Snoop Dogg donated the smoke 

This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up 

It all add up 

Big Dog, Big Boss 

Huh! Huh!