Lyrics:
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One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect
Hard work pays off,
by my side like a mini me yeah
You know I'm drippin' the sauce
Leaving me was your lost
Can't believe that you crossed
Pockets so big like Rick Ross
You niggas getting too fly but
Your lyrics are sloppy so tell me
Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug
a man, I make mistakes
I'ma make my mistakes
[Rick Ross]
Wake up Sunday morning, wanna see my son
He already wanna see his sister, he ain't seen in
And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross
Shit your boss stole his name
Got him pissed off
Cause he was really in the
Street knocking bricks off
Kilo after
I'm drippin' in sauce
Pull up with the Glock
I flex that rick ross
Givenchy my arm
Imma go spend sixty bands on a cop
Imma swerve raris bitch I'm
Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
Yeah
Look
Go out with you in my arm
Call you Pandora you're my lucky charm
I wanna wear you on my wrist so that if I ever miss
I can look down
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
gotta see more (sheesh)
Seen your nigga in my ends and you know I had to detour
Flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore (sheesh)
You can't
bankroll
(Chorus)
(Rick Ross)
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable
(Rick Ross)
Big money in the dope hole
See
acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggas, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss
[Rick
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't
[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross)]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
(Rossss)
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
Niggas tried to crucify me got me criss crossed
Ass backwards
I dip
at long range
So don't come around here like
Your name holds weight
From where you come from it's a long way
Round here we hustle like Rick Ross
I'll run up
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
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