Rick Ross – Headache – Lyrics

Headache by Rick Ross

[Intro: French Montana]

Haan!

Rozay!

Haan!

[Hook: French Montana]:

Small talk, give me a headache

Fuck boys, give me a headache

Fake bitches, give me a headache

Little money, give me a headache

All them fake jewels give me a headache

Bitch fake bag, give me a headache

Hating niggas give me a headache

Hating bitches give me a headache

[?]

[?]

100 chains, I'm cold blooded

[?]

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

It get hot up in the streets, We always cooking beef

Why are you telling on the gang, could of took a plea

Young shooters we recruiting like we Booker T

Hit em in the club so he went and took a seat

Nigga leaking like a album week before release

Use to run the world, now he barely on his feet

Ski mask in the suite, sticks in the uber

Tailgating in the streets, bricks in the cooler

Getting money, never cared that LeBron left

Cause I thought getting wealthy was the concept

I just want to be the richest, they say I'm the nicest

Money team 1990, I'm Michael Tyson

Get your money IRS, give me a headache

Every record that them niggas make, give me a headache

[?], give me a headache

[?], give me a headache

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Valet at the spot, they put my name on it

Fuck her like a [?], you know I came on it

[?] got a [?], I make it rain on it

I kill for your prayer, do the same on it

Wood seats at the game, they call it Ricky row

She dancin' on my dick until she tippy-toe

Pullin' on them pistols till they tapping out

[?]

Blue denim jeans, black bite jacket

[?]

Lean to the left, lean to the right

[?] get you buried on sight

[?] give me a headache

We never get em cause we hit em double OMB

Hood Billionaire but a bird on it

Be a man, [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: French Montana]