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got the sauce 
Extra sauce 
Like a boss 
When I pull I'm gon floss
Eating good like I'm Rick Ross  
LI got hella bars like WiFi 
If you pull you go bye

open
Niggas flashin' they lil' bread
But I'm the nigga they approachin'
(Wipe me down)
Small nigga, tall figures y'all niggas crowd niggas
We gon' get

that it's cheap
Bitch I'm a baller I swear I'm elite
Feel like Rick Ross I'm a muhfuckin boss imma cop me some bitches to kiss on my feet
uh huh
I'm

bossed up 
Feeling like Rick Ross
Young nigga 
I got power now
I was lost I thank
The lord that I'm found
I thank the lord that 
I am found 

I got bandz

fuckin circus
I can't get side tracked I gatta stay focused
These niggaz round here be off that hocus pocus
Poof
I was in the county with them docs on me

Trap Money

Flame

The 6th

2012

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

bitch on my TikTok
Rolex my wrist, that's a big clock
Bitch, I do feel like I'm Rick Ross
'Cause they know I am the big boss
I told that bitch to go get

thought
Real big boss
Like Rick Ross
Don't get it crossed
Fuck what it costs
I'm about to ball
I'm about to ball
Bitch I'm a Dawg
Man I swear I need a bone

remember that shit man!)
For the bread n, for the bread n butta, for the bread n butta
(Alright let's get with the verse)

[Verse 1: MIMS]
Look, I said for

(Get up off yo' ass, like
Get some bread 'cause that boy get none)
(Rick on my toes, I got bread
Should spend some)
You said you were gonna call

PATHETIC YES I SAID IT. 

FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for

PATHETIC YES I SAID IT. 

FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for

Fuck an advance money
That cause i can money

Watch me stack it up,
Watch me do my dance on it

She say i look like a million bucks,
wont get a cent from

my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru

Push it to the limit I feel Rick Ross
We got too much sauce Watch it drip off
I be pushing packs spot jumping like a tip off
Rounds flying through

Face is painted like Rick Ross's
Swim in AdSense money
Rap record like Bill Cosby
Get down with my little cousin
Burn it all down like Benghazi

Smosh is

(Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'

Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle,

float like a bee
Evade feds while i break this bread
Pocket full of stones that's what pimp said
Niggas get no money these niggas spoon fed
Been getting

Slick talk to the bad guys
I catch a vibe by myself
Always get high by myself
Hop in that coupe do 100 on the belt
Looking back at all the money i

shopping but your credit card declined
Keep em jumping like Kriss Kross
They know I’m a big boss
My pockets hella fat just like the old version of Rick Ross

of 9
11 feeling like November 9th 'Cuz I
I got that shit that makes Rick Ross go (Huh)
Make Jay-Z go (Yup) make Kanye Go (haah?)
I know you're at a loss

think it's too late if you tryna wake up
Cuz niggas been slept on
She got a good brain
And nigga that headstrong
The don like Teflon
Rick Ross
The boss

But I got the game by the throat
See the fans taking notes
We just be giving them hope
Swear that we doing the most
Raise ya glass, make a toast

Pockets feeling fat Rick Ross no diet
I could do this shit in my sleep that's no trying
I always keep the iron on me no not Mike Tyson
That one two