Stay Schemin' lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]

R.I.P. to all the real niggas worldwide!

Salute! Real shit

[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]

I ride for my niggas, dawg

I ride for my niggas

I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)

I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg

I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg

I ride for my niggas

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Damn, life's so short

Fuck it, I don't wanna go to court (Huh!)

Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though

Fuck it, I'm on the run for the month (Woo!)

I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it

My lil' niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid (Huh!)

I'm gettin' money, that's in any nigga category

Double M, I got Gs out in California (Huh!)

Maybach Music

[Chorus: Rick Ross, French Montana, & Drake]

I ride for my niggas, dawg

I ride for my niggas

I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)

I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin' (Yeah), niggas tryna get at me, dawg

(Young Frankie Geechi Liberace, yeah)

I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2: Drake & Rick Ross]

It bothers me when the gods get to actin' like the broads

Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours

That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all

I just ask that when you see me you speak up, nigga, that's all

Don't be duckin' like you never wanted nothin'

It's feelin' like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged

Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon

Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record

Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge

Me and my G from D.C., that's how I roll around

Might look light, but we heavy though

You think Drake will pull some shit like that? You never know

Million-dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge

Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around

Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga

I tell that bitch it's more attractive when you hold it down

Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty Ms

Kobe my nigga, I hate it had to be him

Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym

(Huh! Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym)

Tell Lucian I said "fuck it," I'm tearin' holes in my budget

Bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public

Ordered her the filet, told 'em, "Butterfly it, she'll love it."

She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin'

I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you and pussy identical

You like the fuckin' finish line; we can't wait to run into you

But let me get my mind off that

Young rich motherfucker gettin' mine off rap, with my niggas (Huh!)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]

I ride for my niggas, dawg

I ride for my niggas (Maybach Music)

I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)

I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg

I ride for my niggas

[Verse 3: French Montana]

From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dawg (Huh)

Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog (Huh)

Dwight Howard on the post, dawg (Huh)

My niggas got the powder through the post, dawg (Huh)

Watch the body tilt when you hit the head (Huh)

Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds (Huh)

Ten grams off my last 250 now (Huh)

Big-ass crib, 250 down, damn!

Gave my nigga Max 7-5 (Huh)

Then gave my nigga Penthouse another 30 (Huh)

Fuck it, got me thinkin' like I'm 7-5 (Huh)

Damn, nigga ain't even seen 30

[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]

Huh, I ride for my niggas, dawg

I ride for my niggas (Maybach Music)

I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)

I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg

I ride for my niggas

[Outro]

Maybach Music