Lyrics:
, break a zip off (Break it, imma break it)
B*tch I'm ballin' like I'm Rick Ross
F f f*ck it break a zip
Yeah the sh*t done got you pissed off...yeah
I
chick like Vandross
Drop on the track like Rick Ross
im a mother fucking boss
Roll with classy bitches
Tell them thots to get lost
stacking all this
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
hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine I'm Rick James hoe
Bitch I'm Rick James if you want you can get it
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine I'm Rick James hoe
Bitch I'm Rick James if you want you can get it
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru
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
keep score
Sexy ladies walk by the door
Whip it real hard like Rick Ross
I be talking out hte ass, no shit mouth
When I'm at the bank don't keep score
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are billboard charters
[rick] me
off
Balling like Rick Ross
Came from the bottom, I was riding slow
Now I'm bout to pace up
Y'all better lace up
Cuz I'm stacking my cake up
Did it all
don't understand her
Coming from the basement
Shorty know it's big Drt
I want everything on my wish list
Rick Ross wings with the Popeye's biscuit
boss shit
Rick Ross, move him out the way he guarding up
Hit em crisscross
If I put this tester to your ice, would it go off?
Would it go off?
Respect my
On go on green
Big dog off the leash
Rick Ross, feel like Meech
Boy kick rocks, aint got shit me
Pharaoh where the drop, talk my shit on any beat
on my Rick Ross shit
The way I rap over the beat got 'em so nauseous
Feel like Bruce Lee way I kick it with your bitch
First we locking lips and then I
the trigger
Sipping on the liquor getting litter
Only money moves for a boss
Rick flair drip Rick Ross
We don’t do no snitch don’t talk
Sniper to yo head pop
the day that I make it
With big bosses having money conversations
With rick ross's yeah the future generation
Yeah
Yeah the future generation
I pray to god
know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers
Hugo (bitch)
Rick Ross, I'm the boss, it ain't you, bro (yeah)
I buffed the fuck up in my new pair of buffys (bitch)
Gucci underwear 'cause I drip
Gone shine, don't care what you say to me
Eating good, Rick Ross with the lemon wings
Took a L yo loss, what it do wit me?
You can keep all the hate, I
Ross, yeah
Trust and believe, I'm crazy
Gemini, you can see it in my eyes
I got the sauce like Rick Ross
I'm all about my money, Jerry
Go ahead and eat
em go get college kid
Cuz its off
Went and got a Maybach
Rick Ross
These niggas pissed and I'm
Ticked off
Believe me when I say I'm comin get yall
Ay
to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She's feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big
(Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle,
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
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