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Fresh out the gate
We gon' flood 'em
You know what it is Hitmaka
It's that Morrocan Sahara desert, where the ocean at Sound
Montana Romano
Turn it up 'til you can't turn Han, ayy

Verse 1: French Montana
I'm past different Different, five bitches, I Saks Fifth 'em
They smoke weed but that Morrocan hash different Ha
Glass box to glass whippin' Skrrt
One of one bag different
Born Muslim but the tag Christian
Golden beach mansion Mansion
2002, Steve Francis
Too hard for your weak glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada Jada
And when they drop the bond, I'ma free the Wave up Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I cop crabs by the kilometers, cruisin' through Medina Medina
Black hawk risin' like the phoenix The phoenix
Six feet, it don't get more under
'Til then glass floors with the pitbulls under
Competition full of tricks and bundles Tricks and bundles
That's a suckas sport Sport
Couldn't beat us in the streets, so they won in court Court
Don't get me started Started
My crib decarted Decarted
From New York but ain't no squares in my garden Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ha

Chorus: John Legend & Rick Ross
Yeah, don't it feel like Like
The rain's on my side Side
'Cause when it feels right Right
My hands touch the sky Sky
Pardon my high High
Pardon the mood Mood
Pardon while I touch the sky
Pardon my high High
Pardon the mood Mood, Double M
Pardon my vibe The Greatest, M-M-Maybach Music

Verse 2: Rick Ross & John Legend
Meditate back on these clowns, my head in the clouds
Whoever did me foul, sure regrettin' now Huh
I play the music loud when I'm dickin' her down
I decorate the crib, they call it nostalgia Oh
I bet the way I live, they find it arousin'
It is what it is, impeccable housin'
Alkaline water blue champagne Huh
Not with the jake, I'm with a duffel on my campaign Ha
Fast money still I suffer from my lack of patience
Back to basics, broke niggas vaccinations
Me and French, Hall of Fame, comin' off the bench What
A Richard Millie, new McLaren and the baddest bitch Huh
My doors butterfly for the summertime The Biggest
Top floor of the when she one of mine Ooh
The lobsters, ravioli and that's for the guys Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the sunset, my hitters on the rise

Chorus: John Legend
Yeah, don't it feel like Like
The rain's on my side Side
'Cause when it feels right Right
My hands touch the sky Sky
Pardon my high High
Pardon the mood Mood
Pardon while I touch the sky
Pardon my high High
Pardon the mood Mood
Pardon my vibe Vibe

Outro: John Legend
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
It feel good, don't it
Oh-oh, oh, ooh-woah
Yeah, it feel good, don't it
Don't it feel like
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh