Lyrics:
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
ain't the end
I was squeezin' my toes and I can't press send
I need to cum so I can go, but if I'm late again
They know me, I ain't gotta say where I
work shirt or briefcase
And no name tag it's the same cat
Putting Maine on the map and I'm back
I got that shit that makes Rick Ross go (Huh)
Make Jay-Z
that's remix, wow
No Balmain's, these is Rick's now (Now nigga these is Rick's now)
You smoke Reggie, I smoke girl scouts
You smoke zone, I smoke big load
months to respond back
Nigga you ain't ready for combat
Your rhymes wack
Yea, I'm prolly on the molly and some Cognac
But I'mma make Rick Ross
Rip up your
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
painting a picture like Bob Ross
Another day, another canvas
Packing up my blunts with cannabis
Getting high you cannot come close to me
Getting high I'm
a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home
I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
sold
Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe
Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated
So we're feeling like gold
Five
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
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
my bag well, like say I enter Benin bus
The flows tight well, like say I be Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Them no go see me, I'm covered by the Holy Ghost
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with
Mikrofone Rob
Big Dog on the mic I'm like a Black Clifford
Six calls in one night cause I'm a cat kisser
Rick Ross with my price let's make the fam
of you gangstas, to the roughest Jamaicansg.
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
If you balling physics, nigga money never flow,
Meaning every day I'm living,
fly with me
Cmon get high with me, uh
Where I lay
When I fall asleep-
So empty are my arms
Where you I would keep
Bounce so good
Bounce so good
Then
Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He
was Lisa (Lisa)
Or maybe it was Sheila (uh)
My Chevy sittin' too high (woo)
I call that Wiz Khalifa (ah)
And I'm all about there them Franklins
Rick Ross
Recording my tunes off TikTok
I was loving this shit, no lip lock
I was making these pricks so damn cross
I was that kid they bullied and put
Damn, Damn, Damn fortyyy
Can’t be knocked off nigga I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth
I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'm a be forever thuggin', baby)
305, it's my city
Yes, I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I
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
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