Search results for 'bonus track 2 by rick ross' Page #3

Money Right

Rick Ross

Mail on Sunday

2008

a couple grand (couple grand)
I'm pitchin' chauffeur keys under hand 
When I'm on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

the smell
We not seeing da pen what the fuck is a jail
Stop speaking on shit you gone leave them a trail
Pockets to swole overload call it Rick Ross
Actin

trippin'?
Getting paid by the week
Lotta hot guap in my jeans
I'ma top dog, you a cur
Nigga hit the curb
Get to steppin' off with two feet
Nigga please
Nigga

at the hole in the wall
Extra like a bonus track 
My foes are in awe
Put Cavalli on my bitches breast 
I share nothing til it manifest
Somebody tell’em we ain’t

discovered Nips on the track
2 weeks later I heard Nipsey was dead
He got shot by someone he knew from a sect
He got shot with bullets to the heard
I can count

[Verse 1, Rick Ross]
AK's, Calico's, to 45's
I abide by the rules, what I gotta buy
Can let it by, too many niggas gotta die
Once you got one in

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

to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It

bro
Not once, not twice, but thrice
And now she's actin' all nice

Fuck y'all, fuck Jamahl, fuck Tazz, fuck Bitch Sauce
Get lost, built like Rick Ross

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

a matinee at noon and we finna get groovy
Acrobat claws out ready to attack
Spaz out jaws drop deadly force slap
Watch out Rick Ross really don't like that

Rick Ross
Flossin' up on the low
While think I'm at home
I be pretendin' that I miss him
When I pick up the phone I be like
Daddy, where you at
When you

compromise I'm tryin'
To move the cross
Everyday I'm hustlin' dirty but
I ain't Rick Ross
Cut from a different cloth
Boss we gotta reach the lost make it

chick like Vandross
Drop on the track like Rick Ross

im a  mother fucking boss
Roll with classy bitches
Tell them thots to get lost
stacking all this

I'm So Hood

Trick Daddy

We the Best

2007

Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga, we so hood
I'm so hood
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Hood

a clue
I boss up the next shout out Rick Ross
She claim that she Prego how I'm servin the sauce
Got my mind on my diamonds I'm goin Lil Uzi
My name in her

way, yeah
I got racks, I got racks, please don't ask me, yeah
I got swag, I got swag, Rick and Raf way, yeah

Sweep the game right with a broom

Ross
You know I never take a loss
Nothing can stop me, I'm in my zone, I'm focused
50K on the side, that's a nice bonus From the bottom to the top, I

could never be the same cloth
Banking on a Roth
Messing with a big boss
Hustle Rick Ross
Got my hand and my upper hand keep it moving tick tock
When I

Partner to Swing

Chino XL

Here to Save You All

1996

They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba

Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your

Ã'"Face 2 Face+2 bonus trackÃ'" japanese-only bonus track)
Performed and produced by Babyface

Verse 1
I will leave the light on for ya'
With a plate

you I was back
I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash
I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag
I don't fuck with Apple but I keep a big mac

Who am I

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