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[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more
Ladies you are now tuned into the very best

Sho' Nuff songs

Jazze Phizzle
Rick Ross
Let's go Daddy

Rick Rizzle

M-I-YAYO

[Verse 1
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Smokin us a teefer name of the reefer
The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy
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)
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine

[Rick Ross]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
the key to that Boat
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
'm hanging up, I'm hiding, bye
Okay, m'am, how many shots did you hear?

I don't know, I don't know, but they're coming back. I'm hiding

"We're being told by
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out 
Ouch! 

[Rick Ross] 
Bitch I got money too 
"Trilla" album comin' soon
reload get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real
(feat. T-Pain, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies)

DJ Khaled We're The Best
Who We Nigga
We're The Best
The Winner I Represent The Ghetto Across
bankroll

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable


[Rick Ross]
Big money in the dope hole
See
of you gangstas, to the roughest Jamaicansg.

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
If you balling physics, nigga money never flow,
Meaning every day I'm living,
bankroll

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable


[Rick Ross]
Big money in the dope hole
See
[Intro: Lyfe Jennings] (Rick Ross talking)
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
crime homie, time for dyin' homie

[Chorus: x 2]

[Rick Ross] 
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
then the races
*** on a Lear Jet
Rick Ross, I'ma real threat

I wear the *** like a girdle
Bulletproof car got me feelin' like a turtle, s***
These n***
trapping
Oscar winner keep acting
Like you don't hear the LORD calling one day He's gon' reek havoc
Ask the real Rick Ross
All that money can get lost
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me

[Rick
Envisioning the hereafter, listenin to Steve Wonder
On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
"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
I'd like to thank the hood homie is all behind me

[Chorus]

I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-pain, Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga we so hood
We the best
DJ
bankroll

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable


[Rick Ross]
Big money in the dope hole
See