Supreme (Album Version|Edited) - Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Scott Storch/William Roberts/Miles Gregory

Composed by：Scott Storch/William Roberts/Miles Gregory

Produced by：Scott Storch/Puff Daddy

I just left the New United States embassy

Embassy embassy

Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms

9 rooms 9 rooms

I saw 30 and 30 rooms and

I was on the wrong side of the house

Anytime me and Scott Scorch get

Together you gotta call us the Illuminati

Whenever you see the G it represents

God and geometry

That's what the stencil's for

I'ma tell you never be with them

Nah I'm just with you

Aye Scott I'm just with you baby

Yo

Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers

My new out of DC call me Ricky the Ruler

Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks

I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack

On the beach I'm up and down

Women jocking my ride

300 horses in this

Need a jockey inside

False floors for firearms

Is how you should ride

Tried to murder me while in

Mine so that's how I survived

My deal with Def Jam just set me for life

Wanted to chapel BM

Man I'm just rolling the dice

Big numbers I'm John Wall

I'm balling tonight

Just joking my sense of humor

Is like one of a kind

Got them gangstes who on my line

That'll blow out your mind

Got them gangstes who on my line

That'll blow out your mind

Got them gangstes who on my line

That'll blow out your mind

Got them gangstes who on my line

That'll blow out your mind

Tell me it's real

Tell me this is real baby

How does it feel

How does it feel

Geechi Liberace on riches and

Charm city boys get a whole city of brick

Through the wire we wetting set the on fire

My smiling I wanna bet now we on Fisher Island

Panamera with Tony Jacob BK's full of paper

Made a killing on my full of james every shooter

My we grew apart they joined the rival gang

Caught them slipping gave them a pass throwing

Pistols at surviving gang

Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em

Back on 'em

Letting young boys brrrrat on 'em

Facts never find me with the fake look

Trapping little Davis just take me to the cakebook

Black bottles boy that's how our case of ace look

Your chick homie hit homie on the Facebook

She hit homie on the mother Facebook

Tell me it's real I wanna know

How does it feel yeah how does it feel

Clean Maybach but it's filthy as

They partitioning for the women how busy we get

From the scotch the large mop bet the linking feel

It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real

Duffle bags that's for the homie when he coming home

He never told and he never used the telephone

He on swole and that need a telephone

In a Range Rover and a real got it for him

You wanna know how does it feel

Feel

I know I bet it feel so real

Tell me it's real I wanna know

Yeah yeah yeah

How does it feel

How does it feel to be so real so real

You know when hanging with billion dollar

One of the perks is getting to meet

All these billion dollar

I just

I just met a who never gets jetlag

Mayback me

And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag

You underdig that