Lyrics:
Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels
ear
That at two you would like to hear
Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am
Jump around and get down to Here I Am
Face down and back up till the morning
heart back where it used to lie
I'm a fraud to the game, call me Mike fucking Ross
Snatched outta golf by a nigga wearing Golf
Now I wreck it Ralph,
hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking 'bout
Ross
Yeah, .45 off in the ride
Four
n***a
When I'm in a jam you know I'm clutch n***a
Beating it fast like I'm twista
Boss n***a , rick Ross figure
Bad attitude dismiss her
Just f**k n***a
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
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
Squad
From the top, we have the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne
T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game
And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher
I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm
love im wide awake
What is success when your hearts at stake ah
What’s a home when you’re out of place
Time goes by and I can’t erase
This feelin
grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When
hawk
I been out here eating good
You can call me rick ross
Ok lift off
ccting tough man I swearto god you big soft
Swear I can pull a Panamera spin my
lost
This jacket is Rick
I don't shop at Ross
Imma be big
Imma be a boss
I hit my dance
I do my floss
I'm shining like shit
Bitch I feel like I'm gloss
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
of the sauce yeah
I got drive like a Porsche yeah
Boss like Rick Ross yeah
Look, Star Wars or Michael Jackson, you can tell I got the force learn lessons
surrogation you be reaching
Menopause at an early age
And you got to pause and I got no source
I be feeling like Rick Ross
Without a Rolls Royce
And I know I
and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need
the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne
T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game
And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher
Y'all have a seat, we be right
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ha
Ha
Bricks, bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk
Heard you get it for 25, nigga, cut your plug off
CHARLOTTE:
I’m sorry. I can’t sing.
RICK:
Levi, what’s going on?
ROBERT:
Shhh!
DEVIN:
With a beautiful voice like yours of course you can.
CHARLOTTE:
I…
that GT, A Stinger what you call it
Way too cold for these niggas don't like me
Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike
All said on flodging until
(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss
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