Rick Ross - In Vein - Song Lyrics

[Intro: The Weeknd]
 I don't got a single sober vein in my body
 I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
 Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy
 I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
 And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
 So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
 It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe
 Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
 She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it
 But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide
 Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
 Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
 All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy
 All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy
 Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless
 Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is
 Tour bus like a National Geographic
 Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom

[Hook: The Weeknd]
 It makes me smile, it makes me smile
 Cause I got it
 It makes me smile, it makes me smile
 Cause I got it
 All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
 But now we got it
 Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me
 I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
 Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari
 Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us
 Condo blow money, like it's all dope money
 Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord
 Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money
 Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm
 Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it
 I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield
 Got the [?] went and bought the crib
 25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life
 100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night
 Every chandelier rented, one-mil
 20 chandelier's moterfucker who real
 I just wanna show her what I live like
 Wearing a white burqa on a winter night
 Fuck a burqa now she in the Bentley
 That's when she went and tatted double M G
 Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap
 She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact
 I give her game and she give it back
 Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more
 Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close
 They scream Maybach on the cell blocks
 All my dogs who used to sell Glocks
 They say the niggas in the jail talk
 How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows
 25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone


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