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[Intro: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)]
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see
acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggas, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss

[Rick
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
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
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go

I'm talkin' Japanese
Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD
P A U S to the E
Dunno who you're pretending to be
[Barron Ricks] 
My flows most beneficent  most merciful  outrageous 
For wages  vibrate niggas heads like pagers 
Too hard to handle son  we
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
the street gangs is big money
Petty cash to the major
Distributor, empires are built,
Lives killed, for a hundred keys a week,
Ask Mr. Rick Ross
Uzis is
Soon I'll be dead 
Who's gonna care for my family if I die? 
Will I spend better time if I recover from the flat line? 
Will I become another part
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin', Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath
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
hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up
By your true 'are you nigga named see-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand