Vacheron Lyrics by Rick Ross (feat. AZ)
Know what time it is
We make timeless music only
Yo, yo (Heatmakerz)
Maybach music
The vVacheron expensive as my time, nigga
Double M too big for me to sign niggas
Remember when I used to wine and dine niggas
Now the conversation cost at least five figures
I see you postin’ pictures of your latest sneaks
When I go and buy the fleece I’m talkin’ A to Z
Before I learned to read, that boy knew the feast
Moving smooth with keys, talking “Who is he?”
Very few MC’s keep it true as me
I don’t par on Wing Stop, I’m talking two a week
Said they wanted beef, not the crew deceased
Hunnid million cuff, nigga shoppin’ in the crease
If her pussy wet, I move her to the beach
I only go to fights depending on the seats
Cash Money feuds keep it true with Wheezy
Where I’m from, fifty Gs’ll do them nigga greazy
Moving on, focusing on future business
Keep my niggas close and know who do the killings
Forgiveness for my soul, praying to the ceilings
Get down on your knees, motherfuck your feelings
D-double M too big for me to sign niggas
You gotta have on jewels to even rhyme with us
You-you-you fucking with a best-seller
Gettin’ money, I can only get better
Conversations to carry on is worth the caviar
Plenty kilos and convicts waiting at the Travelodge
Counting C-notes and other niggas seem to ramble on
Only us, no pussies put me on a paddleboat
Swear to God until I die Fat Boy gotta mob
Seven figures in model cars, and it’s no facade
I’m taking off my shades, look me in my eye
A hundred every day, never switching sides
I let the money rain, or the Sun will rise
That’s word to Marvin Gaye, but it’s one of mine
That’s word to Marvin Gaye, but it’s one of mine
That’s word to Marvin Gaye, but it’s one of mine
D-double M too big for me to sign niggas
You gotta have on jewels to even rhyme with us
You-you-you fucking with a best-seller
Gettin’ money, I can only get better
Uh, so elated, the Heavens catered, they resonate it
I’m medicated, the money makers that never made it
Melanated, we most high, the one educated
Celebrated, we close ties, the felon’s favorite
Save it, still about a beat in the pavement
Allowance on monthly basis
Just for her keeping the maintenance
Patience, if you a student, study the greatness
It’s character in the cadence that got us on all the playlists
Amongst the A-list, basking in my oasis
Laughing at niggas capping, I’m rapping outta hiatus
The lover man from the motherland in the Cullinan
Right wrist rocky, Rollie on the other hand
A hundred grand, could wrap that in a rubberband
Another plan that something trappers can understand
From cuttin’ grams to the Summer Jams and the GRAMMY’s
I’m poppin’ cham’ with the family, I’m bringin’ sand to Miami (Miami)
D-double M too big for me to sign niggas
You gotta have on jewels to even rhyme with us
You-you-you fucking with a best-seller
Gettin’ money, I can only get better