Correction Lyrics Couldn’t Wait for It by Rick Ross

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Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage
We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin'
It's just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh

I don't really stress over pressure, I think big
Who am I if I don't take it further than Nip did?
Had dreams of being an owner since this big
Gotta set the bar even higher and switch gears
We don't do this for the prize, we affect lives
Gotta put that sh*t to the side, like what's pride?
We gon' live forever 'cause never respect dies
You ain't gotta like it but better respect mine
It ain't a question, I thank God, I'm blessed with a great squad
I'm grateful for Tru mom, I promise to make time
Circle of great minds, no way that we can't shine
Believe it, bet they gon' love the Evgle in due time
I noticed they gon' knock every mountain we do climb
But the real ones lookin' back on the grind like, "'Bout time"
I'm still forever humble, in front is a pound sign
They could never doubt mine, forever we outside
Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage
We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin'
It's just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes (Yes)
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

The love is genuine, thugs are innocent
Compa**ion'll never last, get ended just like a sentence
I'm pullin' up in a Bent' (Skrr), knowin' my money straight
They lookin' all through the tint, imagine what's in the safe (Haha)
I blew my new b*t*h a kiss, caught it just like a case
Six Cartiers on my wrist, I'm a martyr for Modern Day (Boss)
Top down, all I blast is Marvin Gaye (Ooh)
Ask Blxst 'cause Blxst got all the ladies
The money get complicated so we go on vacations
The yacht a million a day, champagne and PlayStations
Bottles still all black, club still all packed
I'm pullin' her by the arm and trust me she all that
Trust me we all rich, such a small clique
Refferred to as The Biggest, so must be cautious, uh
Ain't no ceiling 'cause I put it in the trunk (Huh)
What's twenty million? (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) I'ma spend that in a month (Woo)
Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage
We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin'
It's just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh

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