Slide for me baby
When you walk in
Do what u gotta do
Ain't no talkin
Dead dem gal ina' coffin
Attitude rude
You better proceed with caution
Real love
You don't see that too often
You want good dick
A nigga on his boss shit
Fat pockets
Real Rick Ross shit
Ya love was a bank
Then I'd be making deposits
Sex on the ceiling
Can't top this
Money on my mind
Can't stop this
Im takin' off
Like a rocket
Everytime I do it
I do it to make a profit
Sex on the ceiling
Can't top this
Money on my mind
Can't stop this
Im takin' off
Like a rocket
Everytime I do it
I do it to make a profit
Body smokin'
You the hottest
Bad bitch contest
It wouldnt be a contest
Put you on the star list
While them other niggas They be on the block list
Little classy and a little project
Ima hold you down
Cus you real irregardless
You be on ya knowledge
Graduated college
You dont want no f*ck nigga
Diggin in yo pockets
So just tell em
You is out ya mind
Take a seat
Cerebellum
All them snakes in yo grass
Just dead em
Cus you dont really need them in yo life
But you let em'
And I promise that I got somethin' better
If he can get you wet
Then I can get you wetter
Put you on ya back
Have you leavin' in a stretcher
My flows cold
But it dont need a sweater
Sex on the ceiling
Can't top this
Money on my mind
Can't stop this
Im takin' off
Like a rocket
Everytime I do it
I do it to make a profit
Sex on the ceiling
Can't top this
Money on my mind
Can't stop this
Im takin' off
Like a rocket
Everytime I do it
I do it to make a profit
(Aye)