Lyrics:
I go
She go
Pushback that’s got a ring to it
Go low
Bend back
Take time when you roll with it
Man know
Take notes
Rick Ross how I boss with it (yeah)
ahead and repair it
Sound like the flow from London, but I really wanna go shop in Paris
Shout out to the boss Rick Ross cause a nigga like me like his
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
live to whip a purple Lamborghini with the white walls
No Rick Ross, I work hard, I play hard, I'll max out my black card
I remember when these chicks
again, Rick Ross
I got means to ends I got the leaves to stems, picked off
Blowing smoke ya I'm not pissed off
All you pussies need lip gloss
You too dry
a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that you gone catch me sober
)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
Never try me like
)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
Never try me like
she Criss Cross
Watch that thang jump jump then I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I said I push it like I'm Rick Ross
So fuck
Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels
racks, need a new vault (new vault)
Can't get a bag, now she pissed off (she mad)
I'm the biggest boss since Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
New ice, freeze my
Rick Dinero (Boss)
And I quip the 'lado (what)
That's right let me flip the car door
In the wind, might hit Chicago
She might pick the cargo (yea)
Rick Ross
Blowing loud think it's on Meek Mill
On my grind till I get me a deal
I'm just me nigga fuck how you feel
With my niggas I'm just keeping it
not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by ATF
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and Rick argue about whose chain is the best
Gucci boxers, my diet
a flex
Chains on, Bob Ross tee, that's a flex
Chains on, Bob Ross tee, that's a flex
Chains on, Bob Ross tee, that's a flex
Been paintin'
Let my craft
, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But
I'm drippin' in sauce
Pull up with the Glock
I flex that rick ross
Givenchy my arm
Imma go spend sixty bands on a cop
Imma swerve raris bitch I'm
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
I gotta hustle like I'm Rick Ross.
Niggas said they getting money, need to knock it off
Always talking 'bout a win, only take a loss
Yea I got what it
don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross: big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,
baby submissive
back to my regular business
Rick Ross incentives
I’m pushin it to the limit
Big boss I get it
Off of the pick I’m relentless
I
a booty too
Beast mode my enemies be my animal food
I'ma let you choose
Let me let you choose
Close your eyes face the sun
Which one? The blade or the gun
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