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Rick Ross
When you live on the blocka
How the fuck can you Hakuna Matata
The block is just full of just scars
That’s why I walk with the Lord
That’s why

talkin' money to me
I need a interpreter
Cause I can't understand that
Money rubber band that take off in my city
And your city where I land at
When I'm in

and a couple rounds of ecstasy
In the kitchen with the pot, I don't need no recipe
Had to drop that bitch, I can't let her get the best of me
If I pull up in

to leak it
All my cousins want my money, but they never really need it

Got a real ass bag full of bread
Put the lead to your dome
Bitch, I'm about to empty

a gun is required
Had to fire my scammer but then she got rehired
She Punch the wrong cards in these ones here expired
Anytime it's about money that's

thou' on my pants, I'ma cash cow
Every day I'm on cash route, big dog, make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack

a couple thou' on my pants, I'ma cash cow
Every day I'm on cash route, big dog, make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without

clocking in
Open up my pockets
Money jumping in
Yeah
That's blue bills when they coming in Like who is you
Yes I am him
Kidd jay and that's YFM
I'm bout

Mercy

Kanye West

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck,

she Criss Cross
Watch that thang jump jump then I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I said I push it like I'm Rick Ross
So fuck

I got the drip sauce,
Pockets on rick Ross
We let that shit off,
I'm da drip, god
Bitch Ina big dawg,
I pull up Den dip off
Ain’t bout no shit talk

hard
Huh, yeah
Swear to God a broke bitch make my dick soft
Yeah
Lemon pepper my shit like Rick Ross
Huh
Niggas know Jimmy I'm big boss
If a bitch lose

)
White collar money
(I, I, I, I need that)
White collar money
(I need that paper)
We ain't trying to get by
We're trying to get over
(I need that)
We ain't

never taken a loss yeah 
I need a girl like Bria Myles run the city like I run a mile 

This ain't that regular sauce 
Now they all wanna jack my style

those
Friends don't miss those
Belly of the beast like Rick ross
Big toes
Stepping on you niggas
I'm the big boss
Don't get me mad
Nah don't get me pissed

a hundred yards 
On my forest gimp
Yea that’s stamina 
I got more to come
Now let me see that throat I need some where to stroke 
Go she china white she fresh

don't touch paper
I might shoot a play and take my bitch to lunch later
By time I hang it up I'll be the GOAT like that one laker
RIP Kobe but brodie I

Damn, Damn, Damn fortyyy

Can’t be knocked off nigga I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth

drip 
Franks Red hot sauce
Thats OG mixed with Pink Runts
You can tell by the way i cough

Staying focused on my money 
Topshelf Madoff I'm 350 on pre

out to Memphis so shout out to Dolph (oh)
You niggas is fiction, I know that you false
Rick Ross ain't the only nigga in the world boss (no)
Put

feat. Rick Ross & Juelz Santana)

[Rick Ross]
baby i gotcha ya voicemail earlier but im confused

[Chrisette Michele]
yep

[Rick Ross]
aha! for

in my pot
Yeah, swerving like Rick Ross
Yeah, I came out on top
Yeah, I done made the boss
Running to the top (Shh, shh)
Yeah, shooters they on job

You jot It down then study my move
Then act like we cool
I wanna know where they make you
Oooh all this money I blew
It ain't me vs you
You couldn't

bitch on my TikTok
Rolex my wrist, that's a big clock
Bitch, I do feel like I'm Rick Ross
'Cause they know I am the big boss
I told that bitch to go get