Rick Ross
更新时间:2025-06-22 01:01:47
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In Vein (Album Version|Edited) - Rick Ross/The Weeknd
Lyrics by:William Roberts/Abel Tesfaye/Jason Quenneville
Composed by:William Roberts/Abel Tesfaye/Jason Quenneville
Produced by:The Weeknd/Jason"DaHeala" Quenneville/Puff Daddy
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
My body
I I don't got a single sober vein in my body
My body
Don't don't don't don't don't don't apologize
I quite enjoy messy
I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
So ride it out for me
And take it off for me
It's a good vibe good vibe good vibe
Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
She wanna buy a dream
I said I don't sell it
But she can rent it for a night
I don't mind open wide
'Cause all this fame
I earned it
I might as well use it
Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
All my 'round me
Gettin' kickback
All my killas 'round me
All be hiding in Stussy
Can't nobody stop me
Used to be homeless
Used to be
Now that penthouse
At the Ritz where my home is
Tour bus like a national geographic
******* runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
'Cause I got it I got it
I got it I got it
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
'Cause I got it I got it
I got it I got it
All the pain sweat and tears
Just to get a piece
But now we got it got it
Man look at the kid now
Can nobody stop me
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
**** her like a thug
Young new Ferrari
Old money I just 'fraid the Lord with us
Condo blow money
Like it's all d**e money
Come short wet
Like a speed boat coming oh Lord
Lord Lord Lord Lord
Mo money mo money
These rich young ain't ever know money
Belaire running down the Rollie on her arm arm
Pinky ring six-hundred
What you know about it
I'm the champ baby
Real deal holyfield
Got the want it dirty
Went and bought the crib
25 mil I'm doing 25-to-life
100 acres keep my shooters all through the night
Every chandelier ran a one-mil
20 chandeliers f**kf**kf**k who real
I just wanna show her what I live like
Wearing a white Birkin on a winter night
**** a Birkin
Now she in the Bentley
That's when she went and tatted double M G
Now our bond deep
Deeper than the rap
She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact
She a mastermind to be exact
I give her game and she give it back
Back back
Sip syrup so I slow slow slow
Sip more I wanna more
Gotta grind 'till your eyes close
Stay strapped 'till the trap close
They scream maybach on the cell blocks
All my dawgs who used to sell blocks
They say the in the jail talk
Jail talk
How your homies commissary fell off
What make it worse he get an elbows
25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
'Cause I got it I got it
I got it I got it
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
It makes me smile
'Cause I got it I got it
I got it I got it
All the pain sweat and tears
Just to get a piece
But now we got it
Man look at the kid now
Can nobody stop me
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
In my body in my body
In my body in my body