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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)
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
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
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
Damn it feel good to be a hustler
Everyday I stay shining on you suckas'
Addicted to chasing dreams, live like kings
I'm a boss you can tell by my
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
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
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
the club like

[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless,
it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless,
the club like

[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
on him
Rick Ross (Gross)
I don't play with this rap shit
I got no life, I stay in the attic
Fuck a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you got
to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately