Lyrics:
tempo. Hit em with da combo
You can call me John Doe. Get it? Get dough!
I can make a dope song even with a banjo
Uhh! Baby imma Lead by Example
You can
"fuck me?" (holla holla)
(Remix) Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch (Fuck that bitch)
Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Biotch!
flyin'
We are so private
Mile high club
I need a co-pilot
What it do Stunna
Yeah your son is grown
Kick your feet up
And I'mma bring the money home
my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause
[Hook w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do
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
(Jejejeje)
Me chingo a Blac Chyna y despues se la mama a Amber Rose (se la mama a Amber Rose)
Andamo' en el Maybach, y no es de Rick Ross (no es de Rick Ross
Drugs loud so they got me outer space like I'm Rick and Morty
I ain't trippin imma play my position when it's time to move imma pivot like Jordan
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
acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggas, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss
[Rick
Konex, got 'em beats doe
Okay, moje jméno je Konex a spolu s Yzomandiasom ti prinášáme
Rick nebo Raf Remix feat. Zayo, Ego a Nik Tendoooo
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
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do
that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to 'em, Paul Wall
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
[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
like Rick Ross HUH
Young nigga with the what
Young nigga with the sauce Yerrrr
Bitch I’m a boss
Young nigga with the sauce Ayeo
They gimme a loss
Then I
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
rulin
(With more Wildcats than Rick Pitino, I mean yo)
Just Coolin', like Levert, I do work
They love me, thick with G. Simone, Puffy
Young black
got no
Class you know that's truancy
I don't want the panties off
Unless it's done by me
Rick Ross voice you know it costs
To be a boss like me
So many
chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
dollar bills
Move aside
I got them by surprise
I got them traumatized
Eh, Eh
Watch me as I takeoff
I'mma kill the game with a mother fucking chainsaw uh
bout to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum
just like Rick Ross
Up on my cheek still got the stain from your lip gloss
People down on me but I know imma go the distance
I see all my haters and they
sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we
at me go
Now that I know
I guess I'm kinda scared
Wanna make some changes, I'm like Rick Ross eatin' pears
Can't take time for granted, stayin' present
.JPG "Imma")
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