Pandemonium (feat. Wale & Rick Ross)

(feat. Meek Mill, Wale)
 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 niggas
 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 niggas 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 nigga OKAY
 [Chorus]
 I got a penny in my pocket
 million in the trunk
 started in the back, now we the niggas in the front
 step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
 get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
 Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
 half a million for the same car we rolling in
 Pandemonium, pandemonium
 we the number 1 niggas your bitch notice it
 [Meek Mill]
 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 muthafucking midget
 money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?"
 it's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "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 fucking for the hoe of it
 four for my niggas 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 Nickelodeon
 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
 nigga called my phone talking reckless I ain't heard of it
 fuck 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 fuck em all
 had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law
 monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking 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 shit I've been on
 all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
 that's game bitch ain't shit
 nudies? and some J six
 where I'm from it's cold
 and niggas 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 shit you niggas kicking with worried about
 catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
 flyest niggas 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, nigga it it out
 I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch
 what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself
 I can see your album coming
 that shits like a sucker punch
 here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
 dinner time she bring a friend
 write my shit so vicious
 y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen
 always on some new shit CNN
 shittin on these niggas like I need a pen
 [Chorus]