Lyrics:
this
It's the bosss
Multi-millionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Might cop a Benz (whaaat)
Not a regular Benz (Rossss)
Ooh, yeah
Lil Pump!
Yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick
Putting my feets on the table I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't talking bout fame I ain't talking bout racks just feeling that
Stop playing with me
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
it
City boy Wit it
City boy Wit it
City boy, City boy, City boy wit it
Now dip baby
C'mon Dip baby
Rick Ross what you waiting on man
Sign my Daddy
Rick
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
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
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,
ONE OF FILMING?
BUT IT’S RICK’S FIRST DAY ON SET.
I’D RATHER DANGLE FROM A NOOSE BEFORE
I LET DOWN THE PRODUCER.
IF HE SEES WHAT WE’VE BEEN WORKING ON,
rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another level, on god
I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top
My
She said she need a ride she can really get lost
Hidden in the valley I can't give the sauce
Bel-Air at the crib or them Rick Ross bottles
Playboy
Yo
Yuh
They won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
of it
But you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
of it
But you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
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
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
Came through this bitch wit the sauce geeked up like rick ross shades on like rick ross
Call based God lil b protect my bitches for me I just went
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
the town, yeah, yeah
And lil' baby got some ass, the way that it bounces, yeah, yeah
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'ma make my mistakes
[Rick Ross]
12 years old
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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