Lyrics:
No, no, no
And u ain't him
No, no, no
And u ain't him
[Rick Ross]
When you keeping me trill
Suckers wanna ride
Cutting corners in the '65 hoes
what it cost us
Balling everyday living like Rick Ross
All my life I wanna party like a rockstar
Smoke weed all day like a muthafuckin rasta
Spending
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
pissed off
Get off, RTA my denim know you see da cross
Rick Ross, pockets fat as hell nigga I'm a boss
Jon Ross, niggas need a show cuz dey all talk
These
talkin' like that nigga paid?"
Take off my carti's so you
Can look at my face
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
I don't give a fuck that he made
I
shit is mess, mess, messing
With my rhythm
But I don't fall off, you should know by now
Umma come right back, don't give a fuck 'bout how
And I
of ghosts 'til I pass the baton
I bow my head (Bow my head), you know what's next (woo)
I say my prayers (woo), hands across my chest (Goddamn)
Breaking
stop
Always in a hoodie
Forgot when I wore a beanie
And now I'm in your city
Windows tinted you can't see me
Getting litty
Loving life
Hella people wanna
my plate
Flo Rida full yeah I already ate
Plenty to give or take I'm bout business
Make no mistake hey this serious this real estate
Is some
nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so
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
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
in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane
I'ma make it
'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could reach this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I would teach it some day
I'm bool,
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
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
I gotta,
demons
Like Drake and Rick Ross man they stay steady scheming
Just wanna have peace while I was sleeping (while I'm sleeping)
Oh my God I just want
of it
But you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
of it
But you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
just like I'm Rick
Come easy, right now I'm really freestylin
Wanna book me for a show, give me three thousand
Butt naked at your bitch crib like I
sure it's mine?, "Yo Rick, I know the shape of it, come on"
You know your scratchers? "Yeah, plus I got tape of it"
"Get over my house quick, ride
of my time just like Rick Ross
Everybody wanna follow me call me big boss
My names Shifty, I'm the nice guy
Gucci on my fucking wrist that you can't buy,
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