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think I might Roc-a-Fella
I'm feeling like Wayne, I just need the cash money
I'm feeling like Biggie, bitch, I'm a bad boy
I'm feeling like K. Dot, yeah

Big dawg I just lost a dub 
But that shit small
Big boss push it to the limit 
I’m like Rick Ross
Niggas soft rappers living backwards 
Call em criss

know my mama proud of me for everything I done did
It's safe to say that Im a boss even though I'm a kid
Pockets fat like Rick Ross but I'm physically

No need for savings in my account I know I'm straight 
Money fall just like some leaves so she gone rake 
4 Tattoos by the age 15 I took the risk

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

I'll find a way, gunning
I ain't shy to make duckets
Make it to my class in time to take a test and crash
Wake up & get some money
I've been breaking

I Gotta

Trina

The Glamorest Life

2005

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,

Money Right

Rick Ross

Mail on Sunday

2008

I got my money right, 
I ain't nothin' nice, 
It's goin' down tonight, 
That's what the bitches like all day long

[Chorus: x2]
I got my money

of Ross
Came in the game humble now I'm pissed off
And every day a nigga hustle like RICK ROSS
Buy my mama a home like a real Nigga
pussy if it wasn't for

the game humble now I'm pissed off
And every day a nigga hustle like RICK ROSS
Buy my mama a home like a real nigga
Pussy if it wasn't for the money I

Ride [Remix]

Juelz Santana

It's All Under the Bird

2009

to 
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good

[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me, 
My

you're cummin'
You're cummin' for me
745 like Rick Ross
I got all the money like I'm the boss
I got no chillin' inside of my veins
I'm in control of this

sweet
I know about grafting
I had food up in my butt cheeks
Plus I built a monk line
That rings like a cunch line
Made my re-up Ps back and
It ain't even

breeze
Still stomp a nigga out in my ACGs
Still run up in ya crib through that ADT
ASAP where that money at
If I don't do nothing, I'ma ball
I'ma go

Boop yah just like Betty
I need me a bad bitch just like Betty Boop
I be making cash yah that's just what's I do
All my money crip yah
My hundreds stay

Chanel is on her knees
Peacock bitch 'cause my money blue and green
My money look like a Bob Ross painting
My money look like I never stop saving
For

call yaself a killer nigga you ain't pull the trigger
Nigga I ain't Kodak but I swea I'm bout my skrilla
I say that we wit it
My niggas go get it
Vante

Execute nigga no matter of the cost
My pockets fat nigga like it’s Rick Ross
My drip immaculate like it’s really Voss
Take a w then I never took

Big stepper got my seat back (seat back)
Bossy nigga keep ya feedback (we don't need that)
Private jet we at the SeaTac (that's where we at)
I'm feel

Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Trackhawk not no regular Jeep
I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat
Says you beating

Pandemonium

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money 
Straight flights 

I live by the cold war 
Drove from round the globe 
All I need is

got no
Class you know that's truancy
I don't want the panties off
Unless it's done by me
Rick Ross voice you know it costs
To be a boss like me
So many

that it's cheap
Bitch I'm a baller I swear I'm elite
Feel like Rick Ross I'm a muhfuckin boss imma cop me some bitches to kiss on my feet
uh huh
I

karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where