AlterEgo

[Ross]
Maybach Music
It's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap

[Chorus]
And 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the dough, but really ain't nuttin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush, yea you know us we're the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money cuz I can and I love it
From nothin, to somethin
You know us we're the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block tryna take us in
Cuz we bringin' all of that paper in
From nothin', to somethin
You know us we're the usual suspects

[Ross]
17 time to man up
Feed the fam, boy I put that on these can goods
All I got was diabetes and a damn mug
People talkin' down callin' me a damn scrub
Young niggas all you wanna do is roam free
On ya own feet, gotta cook ya own beef
I'm too cool for lame dudes to ridicule
I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool
I don't owe you niggas nothin'
Throw me 2 fingers when you see a nigga stuntin'
Black Phillip Drummond, limousines or the Hummer
Penthouse suite, pretty peach I call her Summer
Lotta homies past, see 'em in the future
Runnin' so fast on the gas, never neutral
Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the 7
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven

[Chorus]
And 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the dough, but really ain't nuttin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush, yea you know us we're the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Blowin' money cuz I can and I love it
From nothin, to somethin
You know us we're the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block tryna take us in
Cuz we bringin' all of that paper in
From nothin', to somethin
You know us we're the usual suspects

[Nas]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged
Had no jet wit my own pilot
No blastin' off wit Flex and DJ Khaled
My mom stressin' college
But my crude sense of logic did allude to my empty wallet
Try spendin' on a green tinted Accord
Riskin' me the sentence up north, where the homie was
But back then though, was like a whore that Goldie Love
That didn't exist and Officer Foldie-cuffs was after my wrists
Was not Beverley Hills where we chilled, imagine this to Nazereth
Had to get from rags to rich
I used to stand the rooftops wit 2 glocks
Figure it, how do I turn my Timbalands to clocks
Now reptiles is left out about a watch
What is you thinkin, murk you
Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me
If you thuggin' or fakin', shanked on Cubans, shot at by 'Ricans
Dealt wit all of you gangstas from the roughest Jamaicans and Haitians

[Chorus]
And 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the dough, but really ain't nuttin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush, yea you know us we're the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Blowin' money cuz I can and I love it
From nothin, to somethin
You know us, we're the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block tryna take us in
Cuz we bringin' all of that paper in
From nothin', to somethin
You know us, we're the usual suspects

[Ross]
If you follow physics nigga money never float
Meanin' everyday I'm livin' tryna stay afloat
Comin' from a boss, I could predict a double-cross
Handlers managin' money they never come across
Aspen to Africa, magnamous numbers involved
AK47 singin' winter by summer you fall
I dealt wit broads and those willin' to sell they souls
Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes
As my fetti broke, fuck her feed her spaghetti-o's
I'm club hoppin' in Cali, shout out to Harry O
Somebody dim the lights; Triple Black Tux
???? In the flesh, time to catch up
I run wit niggas who destined to get a life sentence
Give they baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits
My nigga got a dub and love to do the push ups
I got a million cash and tryna get the kush up

[Chorus]
And 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the dough, but really ain't nuttin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush, yea you know us we're the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Blowin' money cuz I can and I love it
From nothin, to somethin
You know us, we're the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block tryna take us in
Cuz we bringin' all of that paper in
From nothin', to somethin
You know us, we're the usual suspects