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off
Balling like Rick Ross
Came from the bottom, I was riding slow
Now I'm bout to pace up
Y'all better lace up
Cuz I'm stacking my cake up
Did it all

And placed him under control
My right eye upon the goal
Did I mention ending Ricks of all dimensions
Then I get their Mortys?

Tortured them from night

on my Rick Ross shit
The way I rap over the beat got 'em so nauseous
Feel like Bruce Lee way I kick it with your bitch
First we locking lips and then I

I'm Rick Ross 
Running to bag ain't no crisscross
Counting up my blessings watch me lift off
Watch me lift off

I'm that big dog 
Flexing like it's

bitch on my TikTok
Rolex my wrist, that's a big clock
Bitch, I do feel like I'm Rick Ross
'Cause they know I am the big boss
I told that bitch to go get

know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers

ballin leave you crossed like criss,

I'm talkin cross cross 
Why my neck wearing yo girlfriend's lip gloss,
My bag too heavy feel like Rick Ross, 
I put

the trigger
Sipping on the liquor getting litter
Only money moves for a boss
Rick flair drip Rick Ross
We don’t do no snitch don’t talk
Sniper to yo head pop

Checking all the dope and say it's real, real good 
Ride in the road man I get my serve on, 
Talking on a cell phone real, real hook 
Checking all the dope

All these diamonds in my wrist watch
MIA boy big sauce
South Beach like Rick Ross (Yeah)
I don’t care what it cost
We talking bout big guap
We gon

sauce 
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop 
Make ya rings pop 
Make that thing drop, make it hot 
Make you wonder how we

Tik-tik-tok your time has been up Shitter
Rick ross with some bullets you get stuffed nigga

Thoo-thoo
Niggas Poppin at ya crib
You, you
Triggers Poppin at ya

don't make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys

ourself from earning a slave wage
Don't you think we all want to live out our days like Rick Ross balling out on $500 steaks?
Think about it

Takin a shift, I'm poppin off
Look at everything I'm droppin off
Takin off like ima boss
Five dollar clothes like I'm shoppin at Ross
You already

Pockets feeling fat Rick Ross no diet
I could do this shit in my sleep that's no trying
I always keep the iron on me no not Mike Tyson
That one two

to a drop
Look at the diamonds dancin' in the watch
Started with a rock, turned it to a block
Turned me to a millionaire
Rick Ross shit, I'm a billionaire
You

go
My friend, my friend they know, they oh
I cannot fit no job
Running up checks, Rick Ross
You say, you say they go, they go

Off booze

Like fuck it

That's wingstop
Rick Ross
Tryna get it poppin like lil mama's lip gloss
She said her lip gloss is cool
Her lip gloss is poppin'
She standing at her locker

Kit, where you goin'?
Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler
I have to go (are you ready?)

Lights, camera, action, you're on
Get old Ricky D,

everyday ya hustlin' like Rick Ross
Then you get it like a boss
No matter what it cost
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit go 'head wit' ya

Mercy

Kanye West

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-man, this pill-poppin' ass ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All

Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He

to kick rocks
You can check the wrist watch, it ain't got no tick tock
Bitch I'm ballin' Chris Bosh, I'm a boss like Rick Ross
Gone off the gas, P.O. said I