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Mo' money means more dough to blow
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Way up in them Tallie Hills, burnin'
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)
back through Atlanta
Shoot the makin', see what shakin'
My shit white as Miss Vanna
It's Rick Ross, Rolls Royce when I floss
I'ma big boss and I neva
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
a couple grand (couple grand)
I'm pitchin' chauffeur keys under hand 
When I'm on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross
click, click
(Take a picture) click, click
(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'

[Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But
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
click, click
(Take a picture) click, click
(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'

[Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
click, click
(Take a picture) click, click
(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'

[Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
a winner by nature
I can't stand a broad thas just into ma paper
You find me in the club sippin henny no chaser
If I don't hit it now I bet I'm hittin that
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
track
Talkin about you was an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son
you see is big stones see I'm on it I ain't even got a major deal Rick Ross be lookin at me like I'm worth at least a couple mill, is it that iced out
and the Penguin
Good lookin Johnny, five-oh's right behind me
Let me act like I know and get ghost
Tuck in my Nina-Ross, get my cape and shades
Now I'm off with
while I walk with a big stick
By God he's usin' guns like the West coast Slick Rick

Pick your poison while me and my boys destroy 'em
With
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
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
'cause
On the beach just chillin out
Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boosie, and rick ross
Bet a hundred on that Saints game 
Kinda pissed off I just
track
Talkin about you was an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
Squad
From the top, we have the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne
T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game
And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher
the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne
T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game
And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher
Y'all have a seat, we be right