Artist: Rick Ross (Feat Lil Wayne, Gunplay, French Montana & Yo Gotti)
Album: –
Year: 2012
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[Intro – Rick Ross]
Untouchable empire, double M G
Rich young niggas, you hear me?
Yeah
[Verse 1 – Rick Ross]
I swerve in my Porsche, I cruise in my Chevy
Her pussy deep as my voice, my Cuban links heavy
I just bought out the bar, got these bitches so thirst
Entertainment for women, my niggas ride for a verse
I’m hustling global, I stunt like a champ
All these boy scouts soldiers, fuck you and your camp
Got on all of my jewels, don’t fall for the trap
I got one of my fools, he don’t listen to rap
But he listen to me, so listen to me
When you listen to me, I get you this in a week
Put a hater to sleep, the sky’s the limit
I got R. Kelly money, when Fiesta was winning
I got my back to the wall, can I handle my business?
And I’m ready for war, niggas killin’ for pennies
See my focus was M’s, my chances were slim
Counting multiple millions, we should get this on film
When you lean on the state, then you labeled a rat
On my feet so long, I won’t fuck on my back, rah!
[Chorus – Rick Ross]
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
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These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
Nooo!
[Verse 2 – Gunplay]
These niggas wanna hold me back, these hoes wanna hold me down
Jail cells wanna hold me in, my bond paid, who finna hold me now?
I’m ten toes on my square, till they flip the switch on my chair
These niggas be fake as fuck, but this official right here
Black Cadillac, scrap ’bout to handle that
Blacka fly, fly, fly, till that barrel melt you like candle wax
Drop a sack, Geronimo, I ain’t counting, gotta go
Everywhere that dollar go, put more gold on my collar bone
You say you’re thuggin’, you say you’re real
You say you’re gangsta, so called
Slide up with that oak out, everybody like: “Oh God!”
Cut the deck, deal it out, bet I’ll pull your hoe card
Shit real, oh yah, thought it was a joke, huh?
[Chorus – Rick Ross]
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
Nooo!
[Verse 3 – French Montana]
These dummies can’t hold me back, these slaws can’t hold me back
3 banks can’t hold these stacks, pin them hoes like Goldie Mack
Smoke till I panic, I got rich like I planned it
If there’s a price on your head, on your roof, choppers we land it
I used to play on that block, dark liquor and candles
Now you look in my lot, rose Ferrari’s and Lambo’s
Talkin’ South Bronx, Al Qaeda, Rozay, Meek Mill, Wale
Blowin’ mills like a ball player, magic to bird, Isaiah
Shorty trying to kick it, looking for that meal ticket
Diamonds splashin’, go and flick it, on that Juicy J they trippin’
I done came up off lick boy, got you on a list boy
Your life on my wrist boy, niggas need a fix boy
[Chorus – Rick Ross]
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
Nooo!
[Verse 4 – Yo Gotti]
These niggas trying to hold me back, these niggas trying to bake me in
These niggas ain’t putting in work, these niggas gotta hate to win
Us niggas don’t play no games, my niggas gonna shoot them thangs
Real life in that 901, real niggas we don’t mess with lames
305 all about that life, million dollars I spent that twice
Dope boy yeah that my life, crack kids that’ll split that white
These niggas tryna study my grind, these niggas wanna see me shine
These niggas wanna take my spot, fuck-boy you done had your time
These niggas act just like hoes, these niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t fly like us, million dollars in my garage
2 million house on the list, 5 million in real estate
Green slips in them D’s boy, that Maybach white on the way
[Chorus – Rick Ross]
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
Nooo!
[Verse 5 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, Turk came home, B.G. in the feds
Your hoe on my list, it’s longer than Craig’s
My bitch got cramps, she on the edge
Ball on these niggas, like I cut off my dreads
Okay I’m so, so, so me, like needle and thread
Hit your ass with this yopper, all it leave is your legs
My cousin fighting a case, I hope he beat it like eggs
You niggas thinkin’ you fly, that flight delayed
And then I look at my bitch, I tell her wake up
She sleep butt naked, I sleep in my TRUKs
I smoke when I fuck, I fuck when I want
Between her legs, five star restaurant
Man my life is a porn, leave your head on your horn
You niggas Honey Dijon, my weed loud as alarms
I’m on the beach nigga where the hoes be at
Got street niggas to hold that Gat
Them niggas gon’ hold me down and these niggas can’t hold me back
Tunechi
[Chorus – Rick Ross]
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
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Nooo!
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
These haters can’t hold me back
Nooo!
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