Lyrics:
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
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
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)
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
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, holding my weight, Rick Ross, you ain't never seen drip with sauce, know that ima always win, I'm a boss
you want money, I
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
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look
[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
the road lords knows on that side street
On dis corner on da street ready to ride for it
What is it what it ain't young nigga gone die for it
For da love
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
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
mud, what can I say this the game that I love, yeah.
Dae Dae talk that shit, that's what this bitch said as I wrote this shit, I know the streets fake
pinky joint, killer like Orca
Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's
Case we gotta Warner bro, like
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
Aye
Big Dog Big Dog let me talk my sh*t on em
Yea Yea
Big Boss like Rick Ross
Get jumped like Criss Cross
Oh Yea
Gon tell me what it hit for
A** fat I
damned feet
DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse
Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck
Learned my slang right down the block
From where Rick Ross
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
love with catching plays like I'm randy moss,
It's like I had a dentist visit boy the way I floss ,
I'm on that healthy but my pockets chubby rick Ross
Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD
P A U S to the E
Dunno who you're pretending to be
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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