Lyrics:
shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie
I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed
Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear
Put out your fire just like
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
with Jeezy
Beefin' with Yo Gotti
Beefin' with Yung Jock
He beef in with everybody
Ross beefin' with Jeezy
Yo Gotti ain't feelin Plies
Jeezy & Bleu fell
Into
Into
So tell me what we getting into
Ten o'clock hit the stage
Done at 12 but I'm waiting for Ross Rick to say
When they leaving a telly for
Somerset but you ain't really bought shit
Feel like Rick Ross, walk around on boss shit
Think I want some new 'lencis, what they cost bitch
1,140, need
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
didn't have to need it, I got it if I wanted
All day Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Livin' like I'm big boss, Rick Ross hustlin'
Spendin' every bit of that
getting paid feeling Like Rick Ross
You know my patience is thin most of these rappers just lost
I know I got all the money, time Hell You can call me
getting paid feeling Like Rick Ross
You know my patience is thin most of these rappers just lost
I know I got all the money, time Hell You can call me
top dawgs
Drip b OD
Call it hot sauce
She make it jump
Like she criss cross
I make it pop
Like her lipgloss
She call me boss
Like I'm Rick Ross
But I'm
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She's feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big
Matt Stonie
Don't talk shit to me if you can't back it up
Tell me why you hate me when I'm just catchin' up
Y'all been talking beef
Spreading rumors
total con...
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Born with the murder one
We got the hood burning up
Yea this what you want
My niggas know to turn it up
flashing
Pull up on ya block like a big dawg
Real nigga scored on the kickoff
Got my chains on whole team strong all about the business like rick ross
When
until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft)
And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)
now the bass cough
Rocking fur coats big boss like Rick Ross
Got em jumping like criss cross
Keep it shining like lip gloss
How I'm shining brighter
or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Chevy's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your
to be a baller?
No niggas will get you a rapper, all of my nigga they roab us
My rick is something like cut us, yellow diamond look like coler
for the crisscross
I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross
Always winnin', nigga, get lost
It's the warlord, bring the voodoo
When I bail through, it's
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
This the Official Pistol Gang, I put my mother on it
If I got beef, I ain't got beef, my brother on it
I just punch you in the face for nothing, I
hook in they head cause its catchy (Yea)
They call me honcho the boss
Making the bank it's fat Rick Ross (Ross)
Don't flex my diamonds they floss
You
to H-Town, Rick Ross, and Maybach
But I got this bitch now cause we go way back
Hey lil mama how you doing, lemme holla at cha
Come here baby girl, lemme
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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