Released: July 30, 2012

Songwriter: Alain Mion Teedra Moses Alain Gandolfi Cardiak Rick Ross

Producer: Cardiak

[Intro: Teedra Moses]
We get ghost, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit
Cameras in the ceiling, Céline on my arm

[Verse 1]
Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us
Refugees runnin' wild, Wyclef with a SIG Sauer
Nothin' to lose, I was starvin' from the start
Now the same cat drivin' Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standin' in the field of dreams, tryna see a hundred mil
These boys goin' blind they just happy bein' free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a ki'
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all deceased
These boys snort lines, I'm fine just sippin' wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind

[Hook]
I'm Berry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm livin' through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burnin' Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

[Verse 2]
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
Always runnin' late, quick to show up with your bitch
The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish
All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you, as long as you're gettin' rich
Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a nigga pocket change
These niggas actin' like they want a war!
When it come to whackin' niggas I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?
I'm ridin' in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn't claim the hood til you build a rapport
Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour
I'm laughin' at the people who label me poor
Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was porn

[Hook]
I'm Berry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm livin' through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burnin' Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

[Outro]
I'm speakin' on unwritten laws, the code of the streets
I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
And do what the fuck you want to do
Niggas like me, you gotta get permission homie
And that could take a long time!
In that time, I'mma handle my motherfuckin' business..
Ugh! Ugh!
It's the red light district, nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the fuck I'm at
It's a no go
We green light you bitch niggas
Rozay

Rick Ross

William Roberts II, known under his stage name Rick Ross (Sometimes stylized as Rick Ro$$), has rapidly ascended the hip-hop ranks. He started his career writing for and making occasional appearances on records on the Slip-n-Slide label. As soon as he got a chance for a solo album, he never looked back, launching popular album one after the other he built one of the most successful rap careers of the 2000s. Ross is known for his booming baritone voice, luscious beard, and signature grunt.

His 2006 platinum debut album Port of Miami contained the debut smash record “Hustlin'” and got to #1 on the Billboard charts. Since then, Ross has continued to release top-selling albums.

Ross is also the founder of the highly successful Maybach Music Group label which has powerhouse artists Meek Mill and Wale signed to it, among others. The label has seen nine solo and three compilation albums, including five certified Gold albums.