Lyrics:
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DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen
[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
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
, rick, rick
Bitch I swear to god I stay rocking the rick
And i'm only on gas
No I don't do the nic
And yeah that boy losing his life all it take is a click
crash impact whiplash
I'm the next filly representative
Make sure you know that
Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
here
Call me Florida Man
Doing business with the family
Rick Ross bawsin
Put em in a coffin
A goon to a goblin
I'm hot flowing current in a conduit
either way you gon' be mine
Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off
Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
bussin
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs
Hold dat rock don't trip don't
Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga, we so hood
I'm so hood
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Hood
boss
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has
Oluwa JK
Josh Kush
Getting rich
That's forever
Stay blessed
That's forever
Go poor
That will be never
Like Rick Ross
Yeh We rich forever
Getting
grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When
Rick Ross
Singing like I'm Rick Roll
Caught you in a big hole
I slash a sword like ichigo
Here I come and there he go
Sipping on my Danimal
They saying
bankroll
(Chorus)
(Rick Ross)
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable
(Rick Ross)
Big money in the dope hole
See
gotta floss, hey
Dabbing on 'em with the sauce, huh
Feeling like a young boss, huh
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh
Hundred dollars in the city man
can't slow it down
Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down
[Rick Ross:]
Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross)]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
(Rossss)
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is
cost, to be my own boss
Everyday ima hustle like I'm Rick Ross
Living in this life, can't take no L's
I aint finna cop the pack if it don't got no smell
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
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
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
Bitch
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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