Rick Ross、D. Wade、Raphael Saadiq、UD - Season Ticket Holder
Written by:Rick Ross
Composed by:Rick Ross
Dwyane Wade+Udonis Haslem:
Hey UD
What's good my boy
Mister 305 yes sir
Wade County
Sixteen years later
We done made history
Three rings on our fingers
Pockets gettin' fatter uh
N**ga we gettin' bread
Dwyane Wade:
I'm the son of a saint still considered a sinner ha
Three rings on his finger yeah that boy was a winner winner
Never known as a singer but this might be a single facts
Always bet on your homies then go buy the casino ballin'
Ball is my passion check my stats if they askin' uh
Shawty checkin' my page she follow my fashion I'm clean
My life is a film and Gab's the lead
She's so precious to me as the air that I breathe
Time to fuel up the jet D-Wade jersey the drip yeah
Lamborghini's to match got Guccis on the strip oh yeah
These haters beneath us as I'm lacin' my sneakers you dig
Season sixteen Lamborghinis and Neimans
Rick Ross:
I'm shootin' my shot shot
Every car that I cop cop
Every record I break break
Every rock in my watch ah
Every step that I take take
Still won't step no mistakes no
I'm talkin' major league never minimum wage
So proud to be n**gas n**gas
The descent of a slave uh
Motorcades silver Mercedes so get out my way
Tangerines still in my slippers still twistin' up dank
Shed a tear for all my homies Black Bo and E. Gates
Let's find a masseuse then inspire the youth
If it's best for the hood then let's call it a truce
My chains get tangled tangled
These n**gas be hateful hate
My momma still prayin'
So really I'm grateful
Raphael Saadiq:
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise why don't you try
Ah-ha ah-ha ah-ha
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise why don't you try
Ah-ha ah-ha ah-ha ah-ha
Rick Ross:
I promise to pray for a positive fate
Had the world in your palms but he caught him a case
Shed a tear in the court he got boxed in the crate
Then they shipped him up North mom just sat in a daze
The bottles on ice the models be nice yeah
We call it running shoe any problems deny
Serve him like Boris Becker I want two hunnid Checkers
So if they wanna slow our records it just won't affect us
Take my boys to Mecca
All my n**gas blessed
Smokin' with my dawgs you can smell the relish
They try to give me Hell I bet I get to Heaven
I stay away from twelve I'm such a gifted felon
I'm seated on the floor
She can see the loafers woo
Showin' love to the season ticket holders woo
Showin' love to the season ticket holders woo
Showin' love to the season ticket holders woo
Dwyane Wade+Udonis Haslem:
We do this for the city U what
The whole city
Raphael Saadiq:
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise why don't you try
Ah-ha ah-ha ah-ha
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise why don't you try
Ah-ha ah-ha
Dwyane Wade+Udonis Haslem:
Man how does it feel dawg
You love doin' this
How does it feel
S**t it feel great baby I know South Beach 'til I got
I just want to know that my boy
Man listen we put on for the city sixteen years
Five finals three rings we put those trophies over here
We put on for the s**t let me calm down man f**k
Don't calm down my n**ga
You the mothaf**kin' Mr. 305 n**ga do what you do
N**ga I got my own county
Listen the love of the city has been crazy man I appreciate it all
Thanks for giving my own county
I told these n**gas man you got a beast
I gotta cross that bridge n**ga can't play with us man
Can't do nothing 'round here
Hey Ross man ain't nothing but love baby
Big homie you know what it is always
Still with the s**ts three rings later though