Lyrics:
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
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
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
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
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
the club like
[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
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,
of different flavors I'm the candy man , I had to lift off my blunts shapes just like Rick Ross I ain't no Chris cross I had shit jumping since the tip off
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 club like
[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
submissions
We gon light it up
Gotta keep on rollin
Party never stoppin
Gotta keep it goin
R.I.P. to Soulja slim
for me, she do slow motion
Pourin'
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
I'm livin my best life, yeah
I'm livin my best life
Rick Ross mansion too lit
White girl while we swimmin
Roc, bay, wit the sprite hit
Js by the pool
Never get caught
If I see it then I like it then it's bought
Big money, pockets fat, Rick Ross
Lil God bitch I'm never gon fall
100 racks when I
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Rollin' with Da Youngstaz Rotten
Rick Ross
Took time but my cash got right (right)
If I want it, Ima buy it
I don't ask no price (nah)
Rearview mirror (mirror) , jumbo dice (dice)
Trunk
way
If you don't wanna make money, stay away
Rollin through the city, feeling right
And I got my brothers by my side
Designer clothes got me feeling
The big piece of chicken, that's all that's left
Cake Boss get you full as Rick Ross
All this sugar, don't forget to floss
Get lost if you already ate
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
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
you
And every time I think that it's over and done
You make me fall back in love
You got me just torn
[Chorus]
Rick Ross
I met her like
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