Lyrics:
daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
Oh my
So what now?
What advice can you give me?
What advice can I give
Look like I don't take a loss
She dance on the dick, do the floss
Money big Rick Ross
Make 'em jump Kris Kross
Polo fittin' lacrosse
Got me drippin' hot
the sauce
I don't lift a finger
I'm a fucking boss
And my pockets fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about
was way back
To buy a bag of chips, I scrapped up cents to get lays bag
Like since I got a beard just like rick ross I need a Maybach
My dawg whipping
lading boy I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
You don't know the feeling when
need to Spend
And if you were too ask for money broke boy Come and ask for lean
You ain't ever do this shit like us, you always Gon' pretend
And I know I
killing 'em shawty
Gotta boss up like Rick Ross, blow gelato like Young Dolph
Get 2 Chainz, Gucci duffle bag
Check ya Swag, been killing 'em shawty
If you
from her last four-digit
Shit sound dope, go for broke, get it spinning
You know I'm finna go and I don't know if I'ma stop it
Run up in the middle get
understand, what do I care? I mean, your paycheck.
LEVI:
So you don’t want me to go fix things with our leading lady?
RICK:
And put this film in jeopardy? No.
buried ya dog brains
y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin'
Got the top down and I'm feelin' like Steve Austin
You know the routine,
Nigga I don't give a fuck
(Fuck)
Nigga I do not care
It's getting hot like bitch turn on the air fuck her hit and dip and then got to the fair
(Chr1
no I dont do drugs
All I do is mean liquor
Reality yeah I know it makes it hit hard
Get a hit start
Im a big boss
Like I'm Rick Ross
You my fucking
baby you know that you feel me
I can't fuck with these niggas, they might try to kill me
Don't tip over like water, lil' baby, don't spill me
When I get
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we
again, Rick Ross
I got means to ends I got the leaves to stems, picked off
Blowing smoke ya I'm not pissed off
All you pussies need lip gloss
You too dry
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
can't slow it down
Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down
[Rick Ross:]
Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch
get hit by the door
Up on your way out, I told you stay out, before you get lost
I used to dream I'm in RR's, no Rick Ross
You motherfuckers had me
before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't
before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't
Uh, where do I start?
Where do I start? uh
Popping your bitch up like a poptart
Uh uh (pop)
Ass so fat I might eat her farts (eat her farts)
Getting
Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either
I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her
I'm all up by my bread, about my
the mall, you get your shit from ross
Pull up to the party
Swerving in the rarri
It's getting kinda gnarly
All the bitches look like barbies
I don't even know
And what do you want from me
I just want, you
To be my gangster
I'm in love with a bad, bad guy
Lose my head with a bad, bad guy
Won't someone please
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