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(ROSS), I get it for da low
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss
I get
[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
[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day,
[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day,
[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
seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think 'bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get
like...11 now. why'all ever get horny?
Kid 1 - Uncle Ricky!
SR - Now I don't mean to sound perverted, but do you ever
have like sexual urges?
Kids - No!
Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talking about

Everybody Wanna Motherfucking Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High
to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I'm out here pullin' mine

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
You can't
sentence ball out like tha Pistons


(Chorus 2x)


(Rick Ross)
I started sellin weed dreamin of a 7-3
Dat didn't cut it so fuck it we out here sellin keys
u heard me
Yeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout me
I tell u one motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh
now?
Who can do you better
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James
Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James
(Yeah bitch) I'm Rick James!
Slap the bitch like
S-E always grindin'

[Missy]
Please don't think I'm crazy (oh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)

[Slick Rick] 
Thank you
bomb, that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that

We welcome you to the high school
We do just like we like
'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
bomb, that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that

We welcome you to the high school
We do just like we like
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D
Bink in VA, drinking V8
Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak the DA!

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
I know I'm not perfect (For
that shit

[Rick Ross]
Let's get it

[Ace Hood]
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
feelin' like a turtle, s***
These n*** ain't satisfied 'til they get ***, you hear me?
Yeah and I'ma G, you don't know a muthaf*** thang 'bout me
I tell you
[Rick Ross(verse 2)]
In into heavy dope, I don't kiss very ho,
So when I like a bitch, I am miss Mary o
Feed alarios, sip ever glow,wit Gloria,
That's
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
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
'm a poe boy that like my guns
Super size
CMB what it is
I'm cooking up them kids

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm counting Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love
'm not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by ATF
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and Rick argue about whose chain is the best
Gucci boxers, my diet