Lyrics:
material things
Told her, everything is not what it seems
Feel like Rick Ross, yea I'm ready to scheme
Like I'm a giant, I want the green
He don't know
crooked
My niggas they quick to squeeze!
Slap you with the four five
Bitch who you rapping 'bout
When it come to weight
When I rick ross max it out
I
Teddy Pain
So I don't tease about the way I'm makin cheese
I know you haties wanna cease and desist
But it will never ever happen
Cause I'm definitely
mingle, you don't speak my language you don't even know the lingo
Gun like ballerina I just keep her on her tiptoes
Money so old, make a Cheque playing
Daddy Mack
Rick Ross big Boss
So throw it back
On it like a quarterback
Baby give me more of that
We flowing like I do the track
My soldier ready
and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin' money by the way a nigga dress
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars
the tough talk
Don't talk to me if you not a boss
Now I'm painting the picture like Bob Ross
At the bay they would say Wavey looking like a ugly Rick Ross
Now
or a sink on my neck
I don't give a fuck if you said it's your bitch
Still gon' hit her up, let her know what it is
Engine where the trunk is, I don't got
to meet ya
Saw you pull up in the black beamer
I like ya style
Feeling all your features
Take my number
Got some things I want teach ya
Then Judy smiled
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
disrespect but I'm boutta be her nigga
You under payroll
Everybody know
You better believe
If I'm against you, you up against me
I never get down with the shit
regardless (huh)
I'ma let you do all of the talkin'
Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk)
And I don't got a cent for a hoe
She
on like Luigi (& Mario)
How you from the 3Bs (huh)
But you don't know Ms.Neicy (what)
Broke niggas come around and get the hee bee gee bees (the fuck)
I
top dawgs
Drip b OD
Call it hot sauce
She make it jump
Like she criss cross
I make it pop
Like her lipgloss
She call me boss
Like I'm Rick Ross
But I
ain't got ask yea, you know what I'm on
I'm drinking Hennessy, thinkin' bout the enemy
Fuck a lil' hoe that I met out of remedies
Don't know her name,
Know I'm getting green you can tell by my foot
Knowing she on me red bottom her foot
Off of this Planet my niggas go Ape
I feel like a bandit I
rock out, I
Bitch know i pop i when i pop out, I pop
She call me daddy, call me poppa
Poppa smurf by the way i'll pop out and i'll pop you
Sell drop's
like crippled and retarded
I don't even know why I'm dissin' you
Alright, alright, alright
You stuck around this long
I gotta accapella for Azan
You
'm walking out Rick
Walking out western union and i'm walking out rich
Signing the hitlist like a damn petition
These niggas be talking they don't want no
what that head game like
No she ain’t my only girl but I hold her down she a rider
But don’t get to cozy girl eliminate them feelings inside her
Your
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
you I was back
I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash
I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag
I don't fuck with Apple but I keep a big mac
Who am I
baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)
Breaking that when you find her
Oh, I'm just missin' lil' Anja
Appetite like a monster
I can't ride in a Honda
Niggas
days
Baby I'm trying to do it all night
All night
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
So tell me what we getting into
So tell me
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