Lyrics:
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
more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough
Ladies you are now tuned into the very best
Sho' Nuff songs
Jazze Phizzle
Rick Ross
Let's go Daddy
Rick Rizzle
M-I-YAYO
Candy all in
I said bitch, it's a flute, not a dick
Don't suck it
I been hot, hot, it's a hot boy summer
Big boss, Rick Ross, I'm a big dog stunner
Tik-tok, wrist
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
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
of it
But you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
of it
But you wanna hold on half of it (Gucci)
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce promethazine
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo southside!
[Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
background]
DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen
I'm back tHUG LIFE baby
Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug till I die
Ain't nobody can stop me
cluck
Them niggas left
That whole year we was running it up
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
Niggas
rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another level, on god
I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top
My
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'ma make my mistakes
[Rick Ross]
12 years old
She said she need a ride she can really get lost
Hidden in the valley I can't give the sauce
Bel-Air at the crib or them Rick Ross bottles
Playboy
that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to 'em, Paul Wall
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
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
Im fresher than mannequins
Posted at Ross
My pockets be fat like the old Rick Ross
He made a decision with no coin Toss
You kill one of mine, then we
the flows I can
erase, I think I made neat goggles all my bottles sparkle
I'm the only one she obey cus it's only one Rick Ross
[Chorus:]
Woke up this
feelin'
I feel like breakin' you off, you off, you off (off)
Or we can take it way down South
Rick Ross on the iPad ('cause you the Boss's girl)
Super
feelin'
I feel like breakin' you off, you off, you off (off)
Or we can take it way down South
Rick Ross on the iPad ('cause you the Boss's girl)
Super
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