Song Details: Might Look Light But We Heavy Doe Lyrics. The name of the song is Stay Schemin’ which is sung by Rick Ross ft. Drake & French Montana.
Might Look Light But We Heavy Doe Lyrics
[Intro: Rick Ross]
R.I.P. to all the real n^^gas worldwide!
Salute! Real sh^t
[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]
I ride for my n^^gas, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas
I slide for my n^^gas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n^^gas
Stay schemin’, n^^gas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas
Stay schemin’, n^^gas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Damn, life’s so short
f^^k it, I don’t wanna go to court (Huh!)
f^^k it, got a budget for the lawyer, though
f^^k it, I’m on the run for the month (Woo!)
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil’ n^^gas thuggin’, even got me paranoid (Huh!)
I’m gettin’ money, that’s in any n^^ga category
Double M, I got Gs out in California (Huh!)
Maybach Music
[Chorus: Rick Ross, French Montana, & Drake]
I ride for my n^^gas, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas
I slide for my n^^gas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n^^gas
Stay schemin’ (Yeah), n^^gas tryna get at me, dawg
(Young Frankie Geechi Liberace, yeah)
I ride for my n^^gas
[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 n^^gas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with n^^gas like y’all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up, n^^ga, 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 n^^ga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays n^^gas 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 sh^t 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 n^^ga
I tell that b^^ch it’s more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty Ms
Kobe my n^^ga, I hate it had to be him
b^^ch, you wasn’t with me shootin’ in the gym
(Huh! b^^ch, you wasn’t with me shootin’ in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said “f^^k it,” I’m tearin’ holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix, and take her a$$ out in public
Ordered her the filet, told ’em, “Butterfly it, she’ll love it.”
She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin’
I’m just hittin’ my pinnacle, you and p^^sy identical
You like the f^^kin’ finish line; we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherf^^ker gettin’ mine off rap, with my n^^gas (Huh!)
[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]
I ride for my n^^gas, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas (Maybach Music)
I slide for my n^^gas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n^^gas
Stay schemin’, n^^gas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas
[Verse 3: French Montana]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dawg (Huh)
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog (Huh)
Dwight Howard on the post, dawg (Huh)
My n^^gas got the powder through the post, dawg (Huh)
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head (Huh)
n^^gas lost mills tryna beat the feds (Huh)
Ten grams off my last 250 now (Huh)
Big-a$$ crib, 250 down, damn!
Gave my n^^ga Max 7-5 (Huh)
Then gave my n^^ga Penthouse another 30 (Huh)
f^^k it, got me thinkin’ like I’m 7-5 (Huh)
Damn, n^^ga ain’t even seen 30
[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]
Huh, I ride for my n^^gas, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas (Maybach Music)
I slide for my n^^gas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n^^gas
Stay schemin’, n^^gas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n^^gas
[Outro]
Maybach Music
