Lyrics:
[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss
a good Look!
Not fronting baby I Got more paper than Him to
Not being arrogant or am I?
[Rick Ross]
I shines on a rainy night
My new Mercedes bright
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]
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
[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
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don'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
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
Rick Ross:
See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
the blue, they confused, now they look lost
CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Used to be broke, now
middle finger finger up
lock it up, i get mine
but they don't even know it
i'm the next one in line
she said she like my hustle
man i'm on my rick ross
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
of 9
11 feeling like November 9th 'Cuz I
I got that shit that makes Rick Ross go (Huh)
Make Jay-Z go (Yup) make Kanye Go (haah?)
I know you're at a loss
of 'em tryna steal my underwear (wipe me down)
I like to floss like Rick Ross got a hit called set it off
When I sang it everybody set it off (wipe me
chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With
Feeling like Jesus on the cross I aint bleeding
But I got the drip and the red sauce
Give a fuck about a season losing weight like Rick Ross
Kicking
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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