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fire Purple cush by the pound Ask my dog Webbie This is how it goes down From my hood to yo' hood Man, we making money In the club we poppin'
where i sleep, now give me my key [Verse 8: N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
to rock, YOU! We're the kings of swing And we're chosen to rule The deans of clean inside the cool school We're the chiefs of relief Contained by wild
used to be now I'm not afraid, I told her "Wait till I get my money up Then I'll holla bae Fuck that, by then I won't even give her the time of day,
I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap Money, older than B.I.G and Pac I ain't going trip when I'm
dollar residence Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips Started on the benches, rose through the trenches Now I'm
clean like Voss Pockets fat, Rick Ross I don't care what it cost I'm making money, I'm showing it off Your bitch ain't ever getting over me Want me now,
fire Purple cush by the pound Ask my dog Webbie This is how it goes down From my hood to yo' hood Man, we making money In the club we poppin'
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,
of my mens, I just eat good like Rick Ross I don't need no new friends, niggas be throwing me off Okay, let's go, hey, hey, okay, go get some money, go
Ou-we Rick Ross “Hustlin’”, Off the head top like Muslim, Anyone I out muscle ‘em! Grillz in my mouth can’t muzzle them. Hustlers, I came up with them.
go Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin) [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
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
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
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
It's my time (Rick Ross) It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't
background] 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
got it out the dirt with a clean smirk Fresh cut, jeans, ice clean in a t-shirt, whoa Provided by Rowdy, support the brotherhood I pop up back home
Dropa don nuh Rick Ross but him a the Boss We teeth dem white like chalk yea we flass Champagne glass ina hand wen we flass An we youth dem flass wen we
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box.. I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a,
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
trapping Oscar winner keep acting Like you don't hear the LORD calling one day He's gon' reek havoc Ask the real Rick Ross All that money can get lost
these chips, dawg I'm tryna eclipse y'all, like I built a big wall Tryna be the big boss, nothing's like Rick Ross Climbin' to the tip top, who I need
gone take a loss, yea we given him the sauce Imma big boss, yea like Rick Ross Yea I'm wishing you well, all the way from ATL Picking up my cell, telling
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