Lyrics:
French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
the streets, we back in the lab
Aight then, let's go Nas
It's time, it's album time, yeah
It's time?
It's time, Black, it's time
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
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
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
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
that bitch
Why you mad I ain't give you stacks?
Why you mad I ain't call you back?
I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you back
Ho ass nigga, that ain't
[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
Hit after hit curry shot big bossin this shit like Rick Ross
Bills bigger pay faster whip nigga slow down I cannot
Keep it a hunnid one of one listen
Bang beats like Dre and make movies like Cube
Tour the world like Flo, neck like Slick Rick
With a fire ass album like 50 gon' get rich
Cool like Cab,
Gotta get a big watch
Rick Ross
Hit em with and one
Pissed off
Pass em to my homeboy
Chris Paul
Spin the block one time
Lil Durk
Shawty gotta big booty
I’m Rick Ross look at my frizz and its scarce but you know
I said it won't hold me back
Use to have all these ? to a tape deck? Sliding on the street
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
heart back where it used to lie
I'm a fraud to the game, call me Mike fucking Ross
Snatched outta golf by a nigga wearing Golf
Now I wreck it Ralph,
Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
the Chrome
Aye, I wanna bring it back
Aye, now she wan' throw it back
Aye, I'm in the mall I walk by myself for now
Give it a year and I'm gon need a crowd
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
be rip offs
Outsiders a harleq
Biggest boss
I feel like Rick Ross
This the shit that make the people jump
We more like Criss Cross
Me and Sega
a boss nigga, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross, nigga
Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost, nigga
My shit paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental
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
when I wanna win it but I won now
Almost there, man, I swear I can taste it
Don't shout out pears, cause Rick Ross is basic
I'm the type to wear
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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