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my doly ain't need need no back up
Big Dawg
Remember I was broke but now my pockets up on Rick Ross
Thought you was my dawg like Kyrie Irving you done

T-Pain and Weezy
Big boss no Rick Ross no spaceship
I'm takin' off
Tryna get the racks to make my family proud like Kyla Pratt
She want be my quarterback

my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
Gots to come sic strict strict wid it

Throw the hoe, y' know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir, let it settle to make

A, a ,a, a, a,
Now Turn me up a lil
Move
Rick James
Now Turn me up a lil

Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Now Turn me up

on the come up

And yo racks a little low

But my pockets on rick ross and im finna put on a show, bitch

I'm finna have a garage full of drop tops 

And i wont

good get lost
Nothing less not real hood but a big boss
Low key nothing special just a little floss
Just a little rick just a little ross
Just enough

sell light 
Think you rick ross but you betty white
Acting like you on hell in cell night 
Never go out less I'm gettin payed 
This is some shit y'all

like a boss 
Sliding the Maybach but I ain't rick ross 
A jit really stressin' that's word to my pops
Servin these junkies get money for rocks
I be in

the boss, no Rick Ross
But Mays back in the days man was so dark
We used to pray for sunshine
'Cause it felt like only one time was lightin' up the hood
Tell

oxide out the whip-it cracker yea they huffin it
LMFAO dance on the coco bitch I'm shuffling
Pockets extra fat like Rick Ross every day we hustlin
Pistol

leave him lost
And a dime on my right ten checks imma boss
Man my pockets fat rick ross
I just copped ten stocks
We do not talk to cops
We gone get you

put the lime in
Like Megan and Jigga Jay, we pouring up D'usse
Pockets fat like Rick Ross pour up the Rosé
Bacardi got Bombay
Got Bourbon and Brandy

em back i ask the lord what it cost
Dont wanna walk this earth but ima do it like a boss
Yea, Rick ross
It's a 50 50 chance that i live to see the end

Ball too hard torn acl
Ball too hard dont need no help
Ball too hard
Torn acl
All this green just like
Some
Kale
Pockets full double cheese
Louis v

how I'm coming
If I fuck with you then I keep it a hunnid
Bitch I'm a king you know imma boss
Pockets they fat like they Rick Ross (Fat ass bitch)
Move

I‘m in the UK pound it up
We don't speak French, we don‘t speak
Spanish nigga shut the fuck up
Money is the language

Pocket full of big faced five

looking like a ghost
Back to back rides like we coming in fleets
Chrome pipes peel out when I hit the streets
Grind for the money so I hustle like Rick Ross

Tell me what you want, tell me what you want
Swoop down like an nuisance
Nigga I'm a runt
I'm a boss like Rick Ross
Hit you with my glove
Now I got

Rick Ross pears
Higher than the top floor
I ain't take stairs (O oh)
Choppa put a hole in
That bitch like Claire's (Boom)
Walk up to they crib
Put

Rick Ross, Fly like I'm wearin' a cape, I'm whippin
them potions up inside the lab just like Severus Snape
Yo bitch, She likin' my motion, She wet

Then I stacked up just like a big boss
And my pockets way fatter than Rick Ross
Yeah your bitch she said i had some big balls
And now that bitch riding

don't forget the big boss
Wings on that Tesla, call it Rick Ross
My nigga sell that dog and fentanyl that Mike Vick sauce
Takin' risks while takin' niggas

Heard you dropped an album but we know it’s gonna flop

Pockets getting kinda big looking like Rick Ross

Bought the whole store got me feelings like

song now I'm really feeling lost
My pockets get fatter they look like rick ross
Copping all this manga I don't care about the cost
When I'm horny I watch