Lyrics:
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
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
the club like
[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]:
Every day im hustlin
They think I'm Rick Ross
As soon I fuck em'
tell the hoes to get lost
a lot of niggas mad
they all
do the right thing
Get hit by this lightning
If you a bitch bite me
I know you don't like me
But you wanna wife me
This money make yo life clean
Bitch I ball the hardest imma win regardless
Day by day deposits count it count it
Damn I'm clean af in this chevy truck
Wipe me down wit a bounty
hit the Quan
Bitch she gon call me Papa but my names not John
Rick Ross run up on me bullets get em' tummy tuck
You is broke and you chilling with some
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
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
to save our sins
We can be with him
All those years ago
Nailed to the cross
Jesus is the boss
Bigger than Rick Ross
Time to live our lives
Time to go
((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA
(I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean)
(Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans)
to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It
signed to MMG, money, murder and guns
Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time
'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye
Back
Another dollar
I lost (S)cent
I criss cross
Your ankles is wish washed
Fuck y'all
I'm big boss
No Rick Ross
More lies thy speak
More eyes will weep
the smell
We not seeing da pen what the fuck is a jail
Stop speaking on shit you gone leave them a trail
Pockets to swole overload call it Rick Ross
Actin
Big dawg I just lost a dub
But that shit small
Big boss push it to the limit
I’m like Rick Ross
Niggas soft rappers living backwards
Call em criss
cause we rocking all this Rick ya
Goût Exquis ya counting all these G's ya
Not gay but benjamin can get a ring ya
Getting clean , getting face like
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
Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga, we so hood
I'm so hood
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Hood
Got my bag up i upgraded my fashion
Feeling like Rick Ross slide in a Ashton
These rappers be cap & the industry castin
I got some money now she want me
appearance
But it's a fact that wit a beard people take you more serious
Fuck my bitch then i hit her wit the Rick Ross uh
Aye dawg u ain't gotta front stop
Everyday I'm hustlin? like Rick Ross, ha
I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean
Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin? like po'k & beans, wow
I'll lay you
a legend & my neighbor Rick Ross
Southern Dirt made it clean all dat slander it was false
Hook
Verse 2
You a polymath niggas didn’t know dat u could
way, yeah
I got racks, I got racks, please don't ask me, yeah
I got swag, I got swag, Rick and Raf way, yeah
Sweep the game right with a broom
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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