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in the sky, we sent that pussy nigga high like a kite
All these pussy niggas do is bark, they don't bite
I give em hell, K4M, I'm Killing4Mine
Oh, you

on this throne alone 
So lavishly
I'm a big boss
Take no loss
You know I got fat stacks like Rick Ross
This is deep
More than you and me
King energy highway

and I'm finna go pop it
I lock this shit in get the bitch and she drop it
I'm making deposits I'm dripping so mop it
I swerve in the coupe get high and go

just mix those 
If your girl crazy well we know how to fix hoes 
If your girl crazy loco we know how to fix hoes

Maybe I should go and act like I'm Rick

them Glocks in dis b***h ( glliidd) 

Dripping like I came out the water 
I'm ah young dolph
Hustling but I stay scheming 
Like I'm rick ross
Bible

(Hello, I love money)
Had me talking like a henchman when I ripped the Cartnite twice
Backwood got me up so high I'm up in Heaven there with Christ
I don't

Sheila
My chevy sittin’ too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I’m all about the new Franklins
Ain’t talkin’ Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I’m hiphop

High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down

Stick talk
Stick talk
Stick talk
Big talk
Pockets
Rick Ross
Forever ball
Yeaaaaaa

We link
We lock
She give me top
We gone drop the top
We gone mini

Yeah, woah, woah
My eyes are like glitchin and shit
Yea I'm so perfect
Yeah, I'm so perfect, I see that serpent
I'm off a perk, yeah I do work,

Ross
And I got ice 'round my neck just like I'm Jack Frost
He called me broke, so I just bossed up and bought a chain (Chain)
And I ain't Tory, but I

Was rocking Aéropostale now this sweatsuit by Lacoste
Trizzzle rick ross yeah nigga I'm a young boss
Suburban's out front in direction straight

the stick
My brother showed me how to remix the brick
You want a low price then this what you get
Change your life by the end of the year
Finesse a nigga im

me feeling like Rick Ross
Niggas think they getting big but getting lost in the sauce

Yeah
Easy
For real

Yeah man
These niggas better know it's real

because of the non-fiction
Rhymes that get written, I don't know
So when cats is bullshiting and I'm steppin' it up
And if it get hot in herre? I'm wetting

wish
Cuz this shit dope
If there's a problem I'm a solvent
And won't let a idiot ever misquote
Won't be limited by law like a big gulp
A lot to swallow,

like I'm Ross nigga (UUGHHH)
My circle real small
Don't ask for no daps
Ya shopping at Ross nigga (oh nah)
I'm thumbing thru hundreds
I started wit

tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M

a first seed, I know
Criss cross, I’m boss
Breathe life like my name Rick Ross
Learn style like my name Diana Ross
Lost the house, but I really sold it off

(Je t'aime Trippie Redd)
(I'm shy, oh my God)
(This is a certified hood classic)

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a choppa on his

just to get with her
Make me feel like you an Indian giver

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
I'm getting money I could never be the same
New address, but

instagrama post

Baba boss para bok sanki rick ross oldum hipnoz
West coast LA hometown heroes
Looking multi milli crib overseas homie
In my bank account

swiss
Leave that nigga and I tell em your loss
Do what I want, cause I am the boss
Pockets on fat, just call em rick ross
Buy what I need no matter

just must be so I had to watch you leave
Pour up a brick, way too faded
Ya I'm high as shit
I sold the kicks like I was Rick
Now they owing shit