Released: September 3, 2015

Songwriter: Rick Ross

Producer: D. Rich

[Intro]
Call me Bill Gates
I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me
Uh, ya heard me
I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when you need me bitch
Ya heard me bitch
Bitch, ya heard me bitch!

[Verse 1]
Silk sweaters, dirty Berettas and petty vendettas
Niggas is jealous, I get it, bring it when and wherever
Court dates and caskets, I'm tryna stay composed
Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul
Doing bad, I shorted my connect a cool mil'
At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels
Or at the Palms and I know the Feds across the hall
I got a bitch who licking balls, my back against the wall
All black photographs that speak a million words
One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds

[Hook]
Louis towels and the Gucci slides
Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and I'm about to build a Benihana
Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight !! (woooooo)
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

[Verse 2]
Crack money, Nike sweats, wake up in night sweats
Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices
All my people eat at the table when we say our grace
One eye open for the Judas who wanna take my place
Twelve disciples, I got two shooters, nigga ten bodies
Caught a few niggas living thinkin' that I ain't bout it
Dickie shirts, blood stains, come with the drug game
Cell phones tapped, fast money and cum stains
Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble
Judge dropped the mallet, may as well put a bullet in you

[Hook]
Louis towels and the Gucci slides
Bill Gates still real when it's out of style
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and I'm about to build a Benihana
Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight !! (woooooo)
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

[Verse 3]
Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat
FingerLicking laugh over lobster in the front seat
Niggas follow me in hopes of finding my stash box
In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top
Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down
Bill Gates, that red Chevy it be thumping loud
I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fucking up
So fuck a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants

[Hook]
I want it all, Wingstops on every corner
I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana
Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal
They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real
They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates
Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight
They started waving flags when the ruckus came
Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

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.