Stay Schemin'
Lyrics Rick Ross

Featuring: Drake & French Montana

I ride for my n*ggas dawg, I ride for my n*ggas
I slide for my n*ggas dawg, I ride for my n*ggas dawg

Stay schemin'
N*ggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my n*ggas
Stay schemin'
N*ggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my n*ggas

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short
F*ck, I don't wanna go to court
F*ck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though
F*ck it, I'm on the run for the month
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil n*ggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin money, that's in any n*gga category
Double M, I got G's out in California


[Verse 2: Drake]
It bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with n*ggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with n*ggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up, n*gga, that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It's feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a n*gga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays n*ggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some sh*t like that? You never know
Million dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap n*gga
I tell that b*tch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my n*gga I hate it had to be him
B*tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B*tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said f*ck it I'm tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered her the filet told 'em butterfly it she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you and pussy identical
You like the f*cking finish line, we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherf*cker getting mine off rap with my n*ggas


[Verse 3: French Montana]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dog
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog
Dwight Howard on the post, dog
My n*ggas got the powder through the post, dog
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
N*ggas lost mills tryna beat the Feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my n*gga Max 7-5
Then gave my n*gga Penthouse the other 30
F*ck it, got me thinking like I'm 7-5
Damn, n*gga ain't even seen 30