Lyrics:
Why you lookin' sad can't help it if you're trash just cuz you don't know how to add
Feelin' like a boss kinda like Rick Ross and my spit game clean I
bossed up now I call shots like Rick Ross
Pour me up another cause I think I'm coming down
My liver ain't the only thing tonight that's bout to drown
white beamer like cocaine
But I'm in the back like rick ross
Take ah quick pick like tik tok
I two tone my wrist watch
I'on even know what the shit cost
standing on a chair
Posing in my underwear
With Rick Ross and all his pears
You can't find me best beware
Ever present in the air
I will find you
(You won't
Water drippin' off my neck, my chain's too cold
On a two man by myself, just fuck two hoes
Give my bitches nicknames, what name you want?
This nigga
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
slipping switching lanes
And TMZ update em
I’m Somethin like Rick Ross not
A flashy ass rap toy
Even in the streets I keep a low profile boy
Po inverted, bit
of the sauce yeah
I got drive like a Porsche yeah
Boss like Rick Ross yeah
Look, Star Wars or Michael Jackson, you can tell I got the force learn lessons
want me horny turn a trick and get my bricks off
I think I’m Big Meech Willie Lloyd Rick Ross y’all at the border OK hit me when the shit cross
They
me beats
Yeah that's on my soul
That's on the Lord
That's how this shit gotta be
Yeah you know I get my racks
I get my pockets Rick Ross fatter
Got
Bitches takin' lines, yellin' uh
Like they Rick Ross Had to manifest this life
So I abide by the law Every day you gotta pay the cost
Bound shall never
[Intro/Chorus x2]
Back by popular demand
Doin what?
Goin each and every place with a mic in my hand
Who are you?
Tha emcee letting you know what I'm
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
to sell to
I take your highest-selling debut
And multiply that shit by twenty-two
When I was twenty-two
Still do it at forty-two, I'm destroyin' you
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
at long range
So don't come around here like
Your name holds weight
From where you come from it's a long way
Round here we hustle like Rick Ross
I'll run up
delicious
I'm the nigga who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These
Dresscode
Bald Germany’s most wanted, Attitude Death Row
Das letzte Jahr lief nicht so wie gewollt
Ich feier Gold Roses, aber damit meine ich Rick Ross
Hook:
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
So stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention
tossed like a Heracross
Got turned upside down like Diana Ross
And fell victim to centrifugal force
By the time I was through, you was stiff as a corpse
about to blast off, she love me I'm her rockstar
Time for me to show off
Pop off like hot sauce
The big boss, rick ross, million dollar shows start when
cause she know im a Big dawg
And my Pockets lookin fat she said they look Rick ross
Uber over to my place, no i can’t make this bitch walk
She so fine
to see that I floss
I cannot be canceled
I cannot be paused
Hop out the Maybach Rick Ross
Sky walking out the yeah lamb just to make it Clear
Bitch on my
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