Rick Ross White House Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Lemme think back to '96
When Boobie had the realest nigga feelin like a bitch
They go for 20, I was gettin 'em for the 17
A lil' G', look at me, I was 17
Born on the side of town where them killers ride around
Pull up on the block with a block, gon tie it down
Pistol in his pants and he stand like "Fuck you"
I´m from the other side where we ride like a bus do
Thrity-six O-Z's got me riding Lexus
Chevy at the crib, get the weed shit from Texas
Dade County D-Boy, deals on the yayo
Triple C the mafia, they kill when I say so
Before I wrote a song I controlled the zone
I had to feed myself but bitch I was on my own
Now I push shit bigger than the president
I´m at the white house known as my residence

[Hook]
I´m in the white house (house!), I´m
in the white house (house!)
I call the shots, I could get yo ass wiped out
We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
Big Fantom on the lawn gettin wiped down
I´m in the white house (house!), I´m
in the white house (house!)
I got a hundred of them thangs nigga, right now
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We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
I got them hoe's gettin on blow right now

[Verse 2:]
I don't fuck with pussy niggaz, took my shit to Jigga man
I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire
Money on mind, I´m a trill nigga anyway
I'll slap a pussy ass nigga down for anything
Motherfuck the other side, pussy niggaz bleed pink
That´s my opinion, wanna know what the chopper think?
We loading up them thangs, boy! I´m a head busta
Motherfuck the music nigga, where ya real muscle?
I´m in the white house, I´m in the white house
I put a hit on them niggaz they gettin wiped out
They gettin wiped out, and not one at a tI´me
"Car full of dead black males" read the head line

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I´m the fruit of the loom, I be flyin in lears
GI´mme food and I boom, supplying for years
I´m on top of the world, I´m gettin money
Hundred grand in a day, EASY I´m gettin money!
Pull up real slow, I let the haters watch
Out of state plates, they in a state of shock
You niggaz go and fish, I got a plate of shark
You better play your part, you ain't gotta play a part
Got a AK that'll tear ya whole day apart
That stick'll make 'em sit like a Saint Bernard
I´m in the white house, tI´me to close shop
Military wiped out, boy that was thirty blocks

[Hook]
Lyrics: White House, Rick Ross [end]