Rick Ross – Mahogany Caskets (feat. T.I.) Lyrics

Mahogany Caskets

Rick Ross (feat. T.I.)

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"Mahogany Caskets." - Rick Ross (feat. T.I.)

Tuesday, 15 September 2026, 03:00 pm

Album: Set In Stone

Track No: 02

Let's take it back to what we, what we love it at
How we only could do what we do
It's the biggest
Uh, yeah (Maybach Music)
Uh

Stefon Diggs, I need another bitch
I won't stop spinnin', go get another brick
She got on my plane to suck another dick
I spent a lot on my chain, so send the condiments
I took all the profits, you keep the compliments
Even on an empty stomach, full of confidence
King of the city, let's build a monument
I'm richer than nigga, go read the finer prints

Yachts, boats, I'm the nigga spendin' the most
You niggas check the rehab when your single was slow
Fat Boy back, this ain't rap money
I make you rap niggas, come and rap for me (rap, nigga)
Helicopters comin', all my niggas deep (rap, nigga)
Feds know the mumble, so no need to speak
Where the bitches sellin' pussy? Put the kids to sleep
And I'm runnin' with the steppers, nothin' on my feet (king, bitch)

Pardon my demeanor, I'm cleaner, sold-out arenas
No love for the other side, fuck if the grass greener (uh)
Get in the booth and team up, seen his temperature heat up (whoo)
I just crank the machine up, married the game, prenup
Was born to be up, since a fetus I kick my feet up (yup)
Dude's paid in full, look, I could pull the receipt up
Me and God team up, ain't no way to defeat us
You in cahoots with demons, we got the W teed up

My follow-through had to do away with whoever follow you
Send you to your mama like your father do, holler dude
Opportunity knocked, I was shoppin' in Malibu
Eatin' soul food on Lennox Avenue, ain't that a fool?
Cannibal (uh), digest niggas and threat dealers
Make set trippers go fetch niggas like pet niggas
Hella cynical, been trippin' since clippin' my umbilical
Identical bullets reach whoever breaches the sentinel

It's the king, bitch, I never folded, never team-switched (never)
Don't understand it? You don't understand English
Extinguish the fires you set, double the bet
Wish a sucker nothin' but love and respect while uppin' the TEC (hello)
And don't nobody care none 'bout you bein' weird, do it here
We'll take them new veneers home with us as a souvenir
I ain't done yet neither

Trevon Diggs, they wanna cut a nigga
No, I won't let coach come headbutt a nigga
You should ride in coach with all them other niggas
'Cause I gotta post a lot of other business
Bitches is emotional and undergiven
I got 30 women put all in one subdivision
Give a nigga space, give a nigga space
Pussy Maricon, I'm fillin' up the safes
Dinero, we ghetto, Puerto Rico for weekends

Sippin' cafecito, Colombian women
Drug lords, all I see is drug wars
Bulletproof trucks to the front doors
Shoot up all your shit, fuck 50 Cent
And they never walk away, that go for many men
Rich raps, nigga, this is rich rap
And before I ever rat, I let a bitch rap
You went up at your deal just like you're Pooh Shiest

When it's time to kill, trust I'm too nice
Shootin' for the stars with these two dice
Pull up double Rs with the blue lights
Fat Boy, yes, matter fact, boy
Make a rap nigga run, they call the task force
Thought you was a felon, all you do is the tellin'

Nigga told so fast, prosecutors jealous
They say the streets dead, but it's never that
One shot to the head, where the Medic at?
Cash money, I'm the new cash money
She can hit me in the DM or just ask for me
At richforever, uh

Writer(s): Rick Ross, Ron “Neff-U” Feemster, T.I..

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