Lyrics:
broke
Hoe I take that as an insult
I got three blank credit cards
I'm bout to emboss
How it's looking I'll be rich
Forever like I'm Rick Ross
Caught this
of the sauce yeah
I got drive like a Porsche yeah
Boss like Rick Ross yeah
Look, Star Wars or Michael Jackson, you can tell I got the force learn lessons
on
These Niggas know im still the same
By the sound of the tone
Thèse dirty bitches thing i made it with a couple of stones
Killing niggas Nevers got em
The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin' in H-Town
the lyrics, I’ll never be put on shuffle
Before Rick Ross, I was hard on my hustle
Did it independent they gotta pay me double
(Hold up)
They gotta pay
many cookies and Taco Bell
I hope he takes a shit and dies
Fat-ass! Fuck Santa Claus
Fuck Santa Claus
Merry Christmas
Let’s sing like Diana Ross
While we
that shit to drop bitch than drop on the cost then
How you think I gained this weight?
By Rick Ross'n
Yo body don’t fit yo face you jigsaw’n
crackle
Rick Ross fuck a pear man I'm all about that apple
Roll a blunt like it's silver wear
Scouts taught me to be prepared
Better stick to cutting
did my child
You drove me nearly out of my head
You stood by and never shed a tear
But I remember every word that was said
Oh yes, I remember -
RICK:
We were supposed to review the budget yesterday.
LEVI:
But you understand, I gotta patch things up with Char. I mean, women.
RICK:
Oh sure, I
Every time you know my section lit
Check her name
Is she on the list
I'm a big, big, big boss got the sauce just like Rick Ross
We was sellin' out
'm never leaving
I'ma kill it every season
Make a milli' every month, and rule the planet by the weekend
Everybody trying to peep it
Ain't nobody going
you
And every time I think that it's over and done
You make me fall back in love
You got me just torn
[Chorus]
Rick Ross
I met her like
the whole mall I don't care what it cost
I'm f***** up neiman you shopping at ross
Rick ross rick ross wrist be on voss
Mob s*** I cover my mouth when I
to spend (rodeó to spend)
I'm in LA wit' a 10 yeah
Gotta pull up in the coupe, don't you worry bout the cost
I'm about to spit, like my name is rick ross
did my child
You drove me nearly out of my head
You stood by and never shed a tear
But I remember every word that was said
Oh yes, I remember -
over
The Kaap
Quiet as a mouse
With the kaas
Ouens tel op like its dums
See them fall one by one
I never lived by the gun
I thank God
For blessings his
Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin
Let me remind you this is not a house
Where peace be an option and I'm not a scared mouse
Don't sound like Rick Ross
Trying hard to be the boss
But I
the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep
friends don’t know me girl better come correct n speak proper
I ain’t never get lonely girl
I’m roll my weed n get higher
“Verse 1”
See I want every bitch
level something you can't reach but they ain't listening
I'm working hard going off bitch I'm getting it
Getting to the chicken like Rick Ross
these chips, dawg
I'm tryna eclipse y'all, like I built a big wall
Tryna be the big boss, nothing's like Rick Ross
Climbin' to the tip top, who I need
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
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