[{"id":37881846,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Rick Ross Essentials","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? We just throw it in the air\nCelebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\nExcuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\nTrunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\nThat boy get salad, beef bowel movements\nBMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\nShawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\nTip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\nShootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\nI gave her to the block, I fucked one time\nWe Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\nSuppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\nLove my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\nBanned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n1996, kilos was the shit\nBut that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\nNiggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\nBut I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\nWalked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\nKept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\nI came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\nI did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\nMothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\nIf I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\nTen Maybachs everybody ridin' big\nI just sit back like, look what I did\nThen I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\nOnce I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\nSmokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\nPeople lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\nReincarnated, spirit of a G\nBeef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\nA Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\nYou eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\nNiggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\nI'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\nWe steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\nAnd makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\nI love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\nCurtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\nBurn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\nDon't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\nTo another chapter, paper that I captured\nCaught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\nHomicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\nWomen love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\nI open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\nDeposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\nBaby that's a gift, maybe you could live\nI knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\nUsed to run the street, young nigga bare feet\nNow I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\nIce so right, other rappers envy\nThey callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\nThinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\nThis a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\nAmen","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.17]Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\n[00:14.32]Look up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\n[00:17.31]Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\n[00:20.22]Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n[00:23.45]That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\n[00:26.37]So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\n[00:29.23]Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\n[00:32.73]Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n[00:35.33]Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\n[00:38.52]I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\n[00:41.57]The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\n[00:44.12]These hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n[00:47.34]I'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\n[00:50.54]We cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\n[00:53.29]Martin had a dream, Bob got high\n[00:56.76]I still do both but somehow I got by\n[00:59.39]Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\n[01:02.55]Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\n[01:05.50]Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write\n[01:08.47]That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n[01:11.08]But who really cares? We just throw it in the air\n[01:14.59]Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n[01:17.21]Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n[01:20.43]Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n[01:23.38]That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n[01:26.26]BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n[01:29.76]Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n[01:32.61]Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n[01:35.84]Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n[01:38.72]I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n[01:41.47]We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n[01:44.61]Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n[01:47.25]Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n[01:49.99]Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n[01:53.43]1996, kilos was the shit\n[01:56.39]But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n[01:59.55]Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n[02:02.77]But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n[02:05.61]Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n[02:08.58]Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n[02:11.48]I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n[02:14.69]I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n[02:17.62]Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n[02:20.50]If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n[02:23.72]Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n[02:26.69]I just sit back like, look what I did\n[02:29.36]Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n[02:32.53]Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n[02:35.43]Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n[02:38.36]People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n[02:41.21]Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n[02:44.41]Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n[02:47.14]A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n[02:50.61]You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n[02:53.25]Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n[02:56.43]I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n[02:59.67]We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n[03:02.31]And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n[03:05.23]I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n[03:08.13]Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n[03:11.13]Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n[03:14.01]Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n[03:17.24]To another chapter, paper that I captured\n[03:20.49]Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n[03:23.61]Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n[03:26.59]Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n[03:29.48]I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n[03:32.15]Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n[03:35.35]Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n[03:38.29]I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n[03:41.15]Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n[03:44.31]Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n[03:47.39]Ice so right, other rappers envy\n[03:51.56]They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n[03:53.43]Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n[03:56.33]This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n[03:59.84]Amen\n[04:01.39]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mafia Music\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  album: Rick Ross Essentials\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\n  start_ms: 11170\n  end_ms: 14320\n- text: Look up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\n  start_ms: 14320\n  end_ms: 17310\n- text: Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\n  start_ms: 17310\n  end_ms: 20220\n- text: Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n  start_ms: 20220\n  end_ms: 23450\n- text: That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\n  start_ms: 23450\n  end_ms: 26370\n- text: So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\n  start_ms: 26370\n  end_ms: 29230\n- text: Proof's in the 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":18570972,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Rick Ross - Maybach Season","duration":256.02322,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":14805051,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mafia Music","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":37320626,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mafia Music - Single","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? We just throw it in the air\nCelebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\nExcuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\nTrunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\nThat boy get salad, beef bowel movements\nBMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\nShawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\nTip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\nShootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\nI gave her to the block, I fucked one time\nWe Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\nSuppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\nLove my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\nBanned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n1996, kilos was the shit\nBut that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\nNiggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\nBut I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\nWalked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\nKept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\nI came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\nI did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\nMothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\nIf I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\nTen Maybachs everybody ridin' big\nI just sit back like, look what I did\nThen I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\nOnce I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\nSmokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\nPeople lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\nReincarnated, spirit of a G\nBeef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\nA Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\nYou eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\nNiggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\nI'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\nWe steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\nAnd makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\nI love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\nCurtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\nBurn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\nDon't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\nTo another chapter, paper that I captured\nCaught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\nHomicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\nWomen love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\nI open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\nDeposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\nBaby that's a gift, maybe you could live\nI knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\nUsed to run the street, young nigga bare feet\nNow I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\nIce so right, other rappers envy\nThey callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\nThinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\nThis a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\nAmen","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.17]Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\n[00:14.32]Look up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\n[00:17.31]Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\n[00:20.22]Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n[00:23.45]That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\n[00:26.37]So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\n[00:29.23]Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\n[00:32.73]Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n[00:35.33]Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\n[00:38.52]I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\n[00:41.57]The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\n[00:44.12]These hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n[00:47.34]I'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\n[00:50.54]We cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\n[00:53.29]Martin had a dream, Bob got high\n[00:56.76]I still do both but somehow I got by\n[00:59.39]Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\n[01:02.55]Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\n[01:05.50]Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write\n[01:08.47]That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n[01:11.08]But who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":18991457,"name":"Mafia Music - Rick Ross","trackName":"Mafia Music - Rick Ross","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Deeper Than Rap","duration":256.444082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":21404652,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Ross Is The Boss Mixed By DJ Smoke","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":25228960,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Deeper Than Maybach Music","duration":256.522449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":17411672,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Deeper Than Rap (Deluxe Version)","duration":256.4734,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":22699138,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Deeper Than Rap","duration":362.026286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":22723945,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Soufside Red Nawfside Blue","duration":241.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\nPull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\nEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\nThat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\nSo now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\nProof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\nPaper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\nListenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\nThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\nThese hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\nI'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream, Bob got high\nI still do both but somehow I got by\n\nCreflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\nBobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on da pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\nBut who really cares? 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We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did 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Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"},{"id":11206745,"name":"Mafia Music","trackName":"Mafia Music","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Deeper Than Rap","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root\nLook up at the stars she like honey where the roof?\nPull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof\nEven once had a job pouring tar up on a roof\nThat boy had it hard no facade its the truth\nSo now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof\nProofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking\nPaper that I'm making got her taking photos naked\nListening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams\nI flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million\nThe rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top\nThese hoes so excited they catching every drop\nI'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica\nWe cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres\nMartin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by\nCreflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight\nKimbo Slice on the pad when I write\nThat Mayweather money looking funny in the light\nBut who really cares we just throw it in the air\nCelebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair\nExcuse me her 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everybody riding big\nI just sit back like look what I did\nThen I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\nOnce I said my prayer everybody back to business\nSmoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk\nReincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat\nA Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork\nNiggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you\nCause kill you niggas when I'm bored\nWe stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush\nAnd making sweet love to every women that you lust\nI love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama\nI ain't asking for a cent\nBurn the house down gotta buy another\nDon't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker\nTo another chapter paper that I captured\nCaught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter\nHomicide is humor and nigga you looking funny\nWomen love to stare cause they know they see the money\nI open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks\nBreak up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live\nI knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street\nYoung nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats\nIce so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending\nThinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.25] I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root\n[00:13.72] Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?\n[00:16.81] Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof\n[00:19.93] Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof\n[00:22.77] That boy had it hard no facade its the truth\n[00:25.90] So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof\n[00:28.80] Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking\n[00:31.67] Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked\n[00:34.67] Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams\n[00:37.83] I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million\n[00:40.39] The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top\n[00:43.73] These hoes so excited they catching every drop\n[00:46.52] I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica\n[00:49.95] We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres\n[00:52.69] Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by\n[00:58.43] Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight\n[01:04.74] Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write\n[01:07.70] That Mayweather money looking funny in the light\n[01:10.64] But who really cares we just throw it in the air\n[01:13.63] Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair\n[01:16.73] Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave\n[01:19.99] Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese\n[01:22.95] That boy get salad beef bout movements\n[01:25.88] BM dubs on them big things looking foolish\n[01:28.59] Shawty 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We just throw it in the air\n  start_ms: 71080\n  end_ms: 74590\n- text: Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  start_ms: 74590\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 80430\n- text: Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n  start_ms: 80430\n  end_ms: 83380\n- text: That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  start_ms: 83380\n  end_ms: 86260\n- text: BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  start_ms: 86260\n  end_ms: 89760\n- text: Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  start_ms: 89760\n  end_ms: 92610\n- text: Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n  start_ms: 92610\n  end_ms: 95840\n- text: Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  start_ms: 95840\n  end_ms: 98720\n- text: I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  start_ms: 98720\n  end_ms: 101470\n- text: We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  start_ms: 101470\n  end_ms: 104610\n- text: Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n  start_ms: 104610\n  end_ms: 107250\n- text: Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  start_ms: 107250\n  end_ms: 109990\n- text: Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  start_ms: 109990\n  end_ms: 113430\n- text: 1996, kilos was the shit\n  start_ms: 113430\n  end_ms: 116390\n- text: But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n  start_ms: 116390\n  end_ms: 119550\n- text: Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  start_ms: 119550\n  end_ms: 122770\n- text: But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  start_ms: 122770\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 128580\n- text: Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n  start_ms: 128580\n  end_ms: 131480\n- text: I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  start_ms: 131480\n  end_ms: 134690\n- text: I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  start_ms: 134690\n  end_ms: 137620\n- text: Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  start_ms: 137620\n  end_ms: 140500\n- text: If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n  start_ms: 140500\n  end_ms: 143720\n- text: Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  start_ms: 143720\n  end_ms: 146690\n- text: I just sit back like, look what I did\n  start_ms: 146690\n  end_ms: 149360\n- text: Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  start_ms: 149360\n  end_ms: 152530\n- text: Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n  start_ms: 152530\n  end_ms: 155430\n- text: Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  start_ms: 155430\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 161210\n- text: Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  start_ms: 161210\n  end_ms: 164410\n- text: Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n  start_ms: 164410\n  end_ms: 167140\n- text: A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  start_ms: 167140\n  end_ms: 170610\n- text: You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  start_ms: 170610\n  end_ms: 173250\n- text: Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  start_ms: 173250\n  end_ms: 176430\n- text: I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n  start_ms: 176430\n  end_ms: 179670\n- text: We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  start_ms: 179670\n  end_ms: 182310\n- text: And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  start_ms: 182310\n  end_ms: 185230\n- text: I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  start_ms: 185230\n  end_ms: 188130\n- text: Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n  start_ms: 188130\n  end_ms: 191130\n- text: Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  start_ms: 191130\n  end_ms: 194010\n- text: Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  start_ms: 194010\n  end_ms: 197240\n- text: To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  start_ms: 197240\n  end_ms: 200490\n- text: Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n  start_ms: 200490\n  end_ms: 203610\n- text: Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  start_ms: 203610\n  end_ms: 206590\n- text: Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  start_ms: 206590\n  end_ms: 209480\n- text: I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  start_ms: 209480\n  end_ms: 212150\n- text: Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n  start_ms: 212150\n  end_ms: 215350\n- text: Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  start_ms: 215350\n  end_ms: 218290\n- text: I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  start_ms: 218290\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 224310\n- text: Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n  start_ms: 224310\n  end_ms: 227390\n- text: Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  start_ms: 227390\n  end_ms: 231560\n- text: They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  start_ms: 231560\n  end_ms: 233430\n- text: Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  start_ms: 233430\n  end_ms: 236330\n- text: This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  start_ms: 236330\n  end_ms: 239840\n- text: Amen\n  start_ms: 239840\n  end_ms: 241390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 241390\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root\n  Look up at the stars she like, honey where the roof?\n  Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries, they go on roof\n  Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof\n\n  That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth\n  So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof\n  Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'\n  Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked\n\n  Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams\n  I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million\n  The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top\n  These hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop\n\n  I'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica\n  We cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres\n  Martin had a dream, Bob got high\n  I still do both but somehow I got by\n\n  Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid\n  Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight\n  Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write\n  That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light\n\n  But who really cares? We just throw it in the air\n  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair\n  Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed\n  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese\n\n  That boy get salad, beef bowel movements\n  BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish\n  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'\n  Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton\n\n  Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time\n  I gave her to the block, I fucked one time\n  We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre\n  Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray\n\n  Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit\n  Banned in 1994, but I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\"\n  1996, kilos was the shit\n  But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad for ya skin\n\n  Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinned\n  But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin\n  Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets\n  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks\n\n  I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically\n  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me\n  Mothafuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls\n  If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs\n\n  Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big\n  I just sit back like, look what I did\n  Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness\n  Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business\n\n  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant\n  People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch\n  Reincarnated, spirit of a G\n  Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat\n\n  A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork\n  You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork\n  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and they coil\n  I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored\n\n  We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush\n  And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust\n  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent\n  Curtis Jackson, baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent\n\n  Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another\n  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker\n  To another chapter, paper that I captured\n  Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter\n\n  Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny\n  Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money\n  I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts\n  Deposit a 100 stacks break-up, won't take it out\n\n  Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live\n  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give\n  Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet\n  Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats\n\n  Ice so right, other rappers envy\n  They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin'\n  Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them\n  This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send\n  Amen\n"}]