Lyrics:
a Monday
Them Rick Ross days, we was playin' that gunplay
We really in them fields, we was playin' with them folks
You run across Carson Field, get that ass
gimme dumb top
Rich forever, I move like a boss
Like I'm Rick Ross
Winter weather, if a boy get crossed
Then it's his loss
Canarsie hitters, we up in
a million dollars sitting in my bank account I'm still a hoodlum
According to the white man every black man in the hood a bully
They telling lies trying
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
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
off with this ding-dong, like I'm King Kong
Shorty so bad, she go to the mall and spend all cash
She's in love with designers, she loves Neimann Marcus
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
'cause
On the beach just chillin out
Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boosie, and rick ross
Bet a hundred on that Saints game
Kinda pissed off I just
boss
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do,
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
dog is the hood)
Take it how you want, motherfucker (it's all good)
I'm in the hood all day (dog is the hood)
I think I'm, like, the only nigga, dog
If it’s not the Ace Hood "Hustle Hard" flow
Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD
P
Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD
P A U S to the E
Dunno who you're pretending to be
on the field Kickoff
Fly no lift off
Yellow diamonds pissed off
V V’s jump jump kris kross
Mtv cribs
I want one big
Inspired by rick ross
Damn
That’s
Grippin' Nina Ross, hood star, Circa be my boulevard
You know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach
On some cool shit or some beef shit nigga I'm in
out in the hood with ten bands for no fuckin' reason
I'm really chill for real don't make me show my other side
I put the opps up in the house, they
outta cooler
She wanna fuck with me because of my jewler
Ghost like I'm Caspa my niggas don't cross
I can be Rick and you Morty fuck Ross
These niggas be
Yeah
(Go)
Go saint
(Go)
Yeah
What a feeling
(Let's get it)
Do you see me
(Do you see me)
Young nigga ball like Rick Ross
(Ball)
Dance
y'all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my
feat. Rick Ross & Juelz Santana)
[Rick Ross]
baby i gotcha ya voicemail earlier but im confused
[Chrisette Michele]
yep
[Rick Ross]
aha! for
want to be my friend
(Rollin')
And now I'm rollin'
All you bitches want to hop in
Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
Okay They say I make a stick talk
Got em pissed off
Eddie James bitch I'm big dog
Eating Rick Ross
I got bands in a duffle
Heard the feds got tipped
the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm
Bitches takin' lines, yellin' uh
Like they Rick Ross Had to manifest this life
So I abide by the law Every day you gotta pay the cost
Bound shall never
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