Lyrics:
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
Shining like some lipgloss
Maybach Rick Ross
Heading to the beach with my girl in her flip-flops
She didn't really mess with the rap or the hip-hop
things you can't discover
Symere Woods and Wilburn, got too much sauce
Double R cullinan that's some boss shit
Rick Ross, move him out the way he guarding
what we quote
No Rick Ross
You fuck wit the boss
You dirty you ratty? I steady go floss
And bait the snake
And wait till he's out
Don't double cross
shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie
I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed
Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear
Put out your fire just like
Vai vai
Accost
Tras n'cap a me
T fai o gir nda giostr
Son stu trip hinterland by night
Son ca martell nda cervell e l'hi FI
Vai vai
Accost
Tras
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
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
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
Pockets fat like Rick Ross's
Haters move cautious
Nicotin flow they addicted and get nauseous
22 spendin' on a pan of mary porches
You can say the rockers
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
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
wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one
hook in they head cause its catchy (Yea)
They call me honcho the boss
Making the bank it's fat Rick Ross (Ross)
Don't flex my diamonds they floss
You
got no
Class you know that's truancy
I don't want the panties off
Unless it's done by me
Rick Ross voice you know it costs
To be a boss like me
So many
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
not nun
Got a big suit on i feel like
The boss pockets so fat yea I call
Em rick ross cooking up in the
Kitchen yea I got the sauce feeling
Like ai
These rick owens these ain't no chucks
Pour two 4's in my triple cup
This three five got me high as fuck
I'm into deep i can't give it up
He lacking off
cook or clean
I'm all by myself she wanna live with me
I keep to myself you don't wanna live with me
Shawty think she Ross but I'm in Italy
I feel like
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