Lyrics:
Rick ross
Tryna see if your the one
Tryna connect the dots
Nice hair
And a body like cola
Told this girl chill with me
Come over
Arch your back
Arch your
baby this our fuckin job
(Ross) i can meet her today
(today) , be in love by tonight (night)
You can bet by tomorrow
(morrow) , she'll be traffickin
Yuh (yeah, yeah)
Ay yuh
I don’t dance
I don’t even like TikTok
Never gonna stop till I’m big
Like Rick Ross
Look at my wrist, bust down
That’s a big
it dog
Everyone’s praying on my downfall, I’m the outlaw
Hit em all with the southpaw, I’ll never take a loss
I’m a major boss, like I’m Rick Ross
You
just really wanna play
He believe in god
So we leave him with a cross
Squash him like a pear
How I feel like Rick Ross
Shout out to his mommy
I ain't
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
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
always feel like I’m the boss
Diamonds on me like I’m Rick Ross
I buy the whole store don’t care what it cost
No price tag just swipe my card
American
Got my bag up i upgraded my fashion
Feeling like Rick Ross slide in a Ashton
These rappers be cap & the industry castin
I got some money now she want me
dog
On my way to paper
Took a big loss
I'm the biggest boss
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't gonna lie
They got me pissed off
Big dog
Big dog
On my way
know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers
5 mins 'til tip off (Tip off)
You ain't A-team get lost (Get lost)
I'm on the wing Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Came through clutch no cost (Uh huh)
Wrist
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I
Yo, who that jawn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
P.K. Rez
And I don't got time for my enemies
Gone shine, don't care what you say to me
Eating good, Rick Ross
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
those prods and hustle my bricks
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
Bitch I
those prods and hustle my bricks
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
Bitch I
I want everything on my wish list
Rick Ross wings with the Popeye's biscuit
Damn you all heard what he said nigga
That nigga be spitting
This guy is
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
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
down
Check on my store
Welcome to my death note
Always up on Tik Tok
Search history full Rick Ross
This time I'm the big boss
SA got nothing
Now I
'ma 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
trapping
Oscar winner keep acting
Like you don't hear the LORD calling one day He's gon' reek havoc
Ask the real Rick Ross
All that money can get lost
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