Lyrics:
of my mens, I just eat good like Rick Ross
I don't need no new friends, niggas be throwing me off
Okay, let's go, hey, hey, okay, go get some money, go
All these diamonds in my wrist watch
MIA boy big sauce
South Beach like Rick Ross (Yeah)
I don’t care what it cost
We talking bout big guap
We gon
5 mins 'til tip off (Tip off)
You ain't A-team get lost (Get lost)
I'm on the wing Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Came through clutch no cost (Uh huh)
Wrist
em
If you want some soft i might even mail it
I got a rick ross nigga serving cellys
I just got a phone call from the plug
He said come through its
My money clean like I too a bath with it on an orange tab
bitches always gossip like holdup pause,
I am not Rick Ross but I am cruising
Cruising down
always feel like I’m the boss
Diamonds on me like I’m Rick Ross
I buy the whole store don’t care what it cost
No price tag just swipe my card
American
vet
Feel like I'm Rick Ross
Why these hoes so pressed
Trappin it out the whip
Ima have it bussin like dis
Bands in the parking lot
Dam
And I got
Rick Ross lyrics to verse
She telling me I need to change
But baby I need the change
2 coupes, 2 bricks, life's too short
Cocktail, 2 Glocks
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
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
I'm Rick Ross
Running to bag ain't no crisscross
Counting up my blessings watch me lift off
Watch me lift off
I'm that big dog
Flexing like it's
can't take it easy
On me and mine
Cake boss, Rick Ross
Shawty in some Gucci flip flops
Lip gloss, Rick Ross, Tik tok
Rain drop, drop top
Shawty in some
All I do is win
I can never take a loss
I'm gone pass you
If our paths cross
I'm so big you can call me
Rick Ross huh
I'm a boss
I'm a boss
I'm
the key to that Boat
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that ho rick Rick Ross (Ross) (Ha ha ha
to that Boss
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that ho rick Rick Ross (Ross) (Ha ha ha ha)
to kick rocks
You can check the wrist watch, it ain't got no tick tock
Bitch I'm ballin' Chris Bosh, I'm a boss like Rick Ross
Gone off the gas, P.O. said I
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
Old money washed up
Rinse off
New money boss up
Rick Ross
Flo seats court side tip off
Ya Gucci knock off that's a rip off
Woke up just got
Wristwatch
Shawty lookin at my wristwatch
Makin the money, you doin a Tik Tok
Rick Ross
Pockets big, call it Rick Ross
Droppin this track and I'm
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
Feeling like Jesus on the cross I aint bleeding
But I got the drip and the red sauce
Give a fuck about a season losing weight like Rick Ross
Kicking
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
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, holding my weight, Rick Ross, you ain't never seen drip with sauce, know that ima always win, I'm a boss
you want money, I
Baby boss
Rick Ross
Going off, gravy sauce
Gimme the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bi'h I'm takin off
Baby boss, ooh
Baby boss, ooh
Baby
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