Lyrics:
Looking big with my belly like Rick ross
And the ting... like flip flop
You know what they say big shoes big
Said the time goes fast like TikTok
Looking big
My money clean like I too a bath with it on an orange tab
bitches always gossip like holdup pause,
I am not Rick Ross but I am cruising
Cruising down
Shining like some lipgloss
Maybach Rick Ross
Heading to the beach with my girl in her flip-flops
She didn't really mess with the rap or the hip-hop
a eight now I'm living on another plane
Cocaine fucking with my brain
I'll never be the same
Rick Ross (Rick Ross) hugo Boss (Hugo Boss)
Quite cryin'
come clean, I'm capping
I woulda bought me a crib, a dumb stupid silly one at that
So I could show Rick Ross he ain't the only one with money
And he
my bag well, like say I enter Benin bus
The flows tight well, like say I be Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Them no go see me, I'm covered by the Holy Ghost
off
Went and got a Maybach
Rick Ross
These niggas pissed and I'm
Ticked off
Believe me when I say I'm comin get yall
Know that imma rise when I'm
All I do is win
I can never take a loss
I'm gone pass you
If our paths cross
I'm so big you can call me
Rick Ross huh
I'm a boss
I'm a boss
I'm
enter enter like a fucking boss (Like a boss)
I'm a hustler hustle hard like I'm Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Lessons lessons up on lessons
Blessings (Blessings)
the key to that Boat
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that ho rick Rick Ross (Ross) (Ha ha ha
to that Boss
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that ho rick Rick Ross (Ross) (Ha ha ha ha)
ballin' like a star
555, Yeah I'm gonna go so far, but my brain's still full of scars
Leaving scars
Rick Ross yeah my pockets so large
Off the pen my mind
walk
They don't like the way I ball, I'll love it when I see them fall
I just wanna be a boss, I wanna be like Rick Ross
I give it up to God, I'll cop it
things you can't discover
Symere Woods and Wilburn, got too much sauce
Double R cullinan that's some boss shit
Rick Ross, move him out the way he guarding
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
em
If you want some soft i might even mail it
I got a rick ross nigga serving cellys
I just got a phone call from the plug
He said come through its
model
Pablo shit
Rick Ross shit
But not tha rapper Rick (tha dope dealer)
I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out
water, nigga, I ain't Rick Ross
Put my dick on her lips, smear her face like lip gloss
Nigga I ain't MMG, but little nigga, I'm a big boss
Molly water
Rick Ross lyrics to verse
She telling me I need to change
But baby I need the change
2 coupes, 2 bricks, life's too short
Cocktail, 2 Glocks
leave me pissed me off (ooh)
Diamonds heavy husky like my jeweler name was Rick Ross (Yyah)
I'm gettin' up while you gettin' off
(Yeah, yeah)
Poppin'
the day that I make it
With big bosses having money conversations
With rick ross's yeah the future generation
Yeah
Yeah the future generation
I pray to god
dumps him?
He don't really care
Like a puff of air
Going through your hair
On the right at Fare
Watch as he goes
Right by your nose
Make it- make it- go
Freundin will 'nen Fick mit dem Big Boss
Doch ich will heut' nur abhängen wie die Bitchtits von Rick Ross
Im VIP-Bereich mit Cocktail in der Hand
Hater
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
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