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William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross (often stylized as RICK RO$$), is an American rapper. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap (2009) and Teflon Don (2010). Ross was also the first artist signed to Diddy's management company Ciroc Entertainment. In early 2012, MTV named Ross as the Hottest MC In The Game. more »

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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test drive
And double M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I took a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more green
Than like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the counter

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I tried to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say f*ck the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I f*ck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, what the f*ck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Limpin' like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire alarm
F*ck Donald Sterling, f*ck him, f*ck Donald Sterling
F*ck him, f*ck Donald Sterling, screamin' f*ck Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's child time
Mmg, 305, our time
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' that animal shelter

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Yeah reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white base
My number one shooter got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law paper
My money on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy metal
My money on another level
You fuckin' ordinary niggas
Wash head like Marbury, nigga

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I come through in the clutch
I'm like Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who like to f*ck after class
She study for finals, I study the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't give a f*ck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks, nigga

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Pop champagne like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

Huh! My money on another level
Huh! My money on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

F*ck Donald Sterling, f*ck him, f*ck Donald Sterling
F*ck him, f*ck Donald Sterling, screamin' f*ck Donald Sterling
Screamin' f*ck Donald Sterling, f*ck him, f*ck Donald Sterling
(Han) f*ck Donald Sterling, screamin' f*ck Donald Sterling

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