Stay Schemin Songtext
von Rick Ross feat. Drake & French Montana

R.I.P. to all the real niggas worldwide
Salute!
Real shit

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

Damn, life 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 money (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 G′s out in California


I ride for my niggas dawg (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 (Young Frankie Geechi Liberace, yeah) (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

It bothers me when the gods get to acting 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 ducking like you never wanted nothing
It's feeling 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 would pull some shit like that? You never know
Million-dollar meetings in the Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around
Shorty wanted to tell me secrets about a rap nigga
I tell that bitch it′s more attractive when you hold it down


Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M′s
Kobe my nigga, I hate it had to be him
Bitch, you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(Huh! Bitch, you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said "fuck it," I′m tearing 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′s used to soda and nuggets, she's really just out here thugging

I′m just hitting my pinnacle
You and pussy identical
You like the fucking finish line, we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherfucker getting mine off rap, with my niggas (huh)

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

From the hoopty coupe to the 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 (huh)

Gave my nigga Max 7-5 (huh)
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30 (huh)
Fuck it, got me thinkin' like I'm 75 (huh)
Damn, nigga, ain′t even seen 30

Huh, I ride for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin′
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas