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Ross “Hustlin’”,
Off the head top like Muslim, 
Anyone I out muscle ‘em! 
Grillz in my mouth can’t muzzle them.
Hustlers, I came up with them.
Where

shit
I just think that hoodies are comfy
I want a sleeved tat, I drink Henny
And most of the pussy I get don't bring joy
And if Rick Ross started

Where all my broke college kids at
We in that maxed out credit card club
You know who I'm talking to
That's that stuff they never taught us in school

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

Torn [So So Def Remix; Bonus Track]

Mike Jones

LeToya

2006

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

way to paper
Took a big loss
I'm the biggest boss
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't gonna lie
They got me pissed off
Big dog
Big dog
On my way to paper
Took

kickin me nowhere youngin
Im now in my 30s want your pant dirty dog I
Can hadle that for ya
Just a big just a bad thats a?
Got so much shit on my mind
Boy

reminding me of Rick Ross
Now I shop at Neiman's been a while since I been in Ross
I don't want that girl cause I heard that she a big toss
And I'm always

'm a man
I don't need you
Right by my side
I'm gonna go
Live my life

You've been in my dreams
Oh yeah it seems
For a long time
And when I fall asleep-
You

got 'em pissed off
I made 120 bands, pockets fat like Rick Ross
Eatin' me up, she a fan, she
Might suck my dick off, huh
Ayy, I made buku racks, I

(Yeah, yuh)
Aye, homie know I got that hydro stick, aye (Yuh, yuh)
They steady watching all my pockets, keep it on my hip (Uh-uh-uh)
Yeah, and I don't need

all on your enemies
I can't express my feelings off this weed and Hennessy

And I be riding by self sometimes that's all I need
I told her put her trust

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

a cougar
I hang with big dogs not a poodle
Riding around big boss rick ross
Number nine jeans my diamonds on voss
Hot as takis hey bitch what you cost
Give

didn't have to need it, I got it if I wanted
All day Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Livin' like I'm big boss, Rick Ross hustlin'
Spendin' every bit of that

Big ole bag like Santa Claus
Love Benjamin like hold on pause
Drive double R I'm not Rick Ross
Take his bitch like Randy Moss
With the gang she

ain’t one to fight just fill up my pockets
I‘m a rockstar hashtag prophet
Money in my wallet still that don’t make me a scholar
Ain’t flipping for

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

changed her climate
Aint no time for no conversation
Its money or nothing
Im on my Rick ross everday feels like I be hustling
Moving city to city so fast

boss
Ima give her the show like Rick ross
Tryna see if your the one
Tryna connect the dots
Tryna connect the dots
Your always on my mind
Yh your my

shopping but your credit card declined
Keep em jumping like Kriss Kross
They know I’m a big boss
My pockets hella fat just like the old version of Rick Ross

harder than a rock
So you think you the man cause you got Gucci flipflops
Nigga my bank account looking like Rick Ross

I got my nine on my money and my

music drop my first Credit alert o erh
The high table That's where I'm at o
IBILE Lawa kapari marimari chipako
The girl wey u want rock Na ein I dey fuck

Top of the leaderboard brackets, I'm stuck like my braces on teeth
Ya, ya, ya, I reached by own dream 
Don't need these Fhoes, I'm commited to stay