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[Rick Ross]
More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber
[Rick Ross]
More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber
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
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
of you gangstas, to the roughest Jamaicansg.

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
If you balling physics, nigga money never flow,
Meaning every day I'm living,
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
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
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
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
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
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

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[Rick Ross
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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
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
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'