Lyrics:
[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
And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect
Hard work pays off,
Rick Ross:
See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands
by my side like a mini me yeah
You know I'm drippin' the sauce
Leaving me was your lost
Can't believe that you crossed
Pockets so big like Rick Ross
(Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle,
the Streets you see Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle I am dj khaled and I'm gonna stand
Lord knows I ain't perfect
[Rodney (Rick Ross)]
I'm only human
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'ma make, I'ma make, I'ma make
(Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle,
ein Boss wie der Rapper Rick Ross
Ich komm' mit dem Stick, Chopper
(huh?) , ja, ich will Beef, Whopper (Beef)
Ich bin auf der Street, Auto, ich
Smoke
Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love
my pockets Rick Ross
Flipping never stops, uh
Win by any means
I ain't tryna take a loss
Out here for the p's
I been tryna make a lot
All i know is all
those prods and hustle my bricks
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
Bitch I’m
those prods and hustle my bricks
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
Bitch I’m
Remix, Free
Remix, Busa Bus
Missy
Lil Scrappy lets go
Hey Shorty
I like the way you ass it up
I'm only whisperin' 'cause I'm just tryin'
pissed off
Get off, RTA my denim know you see da cross
Rick Ross, pockets fat as hell nigga I'm a boss
Jon Ross, niggas need a show cuz dey all talk
These
that shit
(Rick Ross)
Let's get it
(Ace Hood)
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause
[Hook w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
Niggas tried to crucify me got me criss crossed
Ass backwards
I dip
kleisz się jak sticky, sticky
Jestem bossem tak jak Rick Ross albo Niki Niki
Slicky bitches chcą być blisko, każda na coś liczy
Ze mną moje MILFy (haha)
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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