Lyrics:
Hello, may I speak to Rick James, please?
Listen, baby
Love me, love me tender, baby
I don't like no pain, I don't like no pain
Make me
In the label I'm Russ
In the trap I'm Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can't dial for the packs
I sent you right
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
like I'm a pit
Yeah, double up gang, but I ain't talkin' Rick Ross
Uh, double up gang, I took that shit from Wiz
Rest in peace my nigga, but it's his
as the hood I'm from
I'm goin' in
I'm goin' in
I go hard, for the hood
I go hard, for the streets
I go hard for the ghetto
Kanye West T-Pain DJ Khaled
in that
Coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight
Once the razor hit the plate
I double up the cake (hey)
I'm hood, I'm
As I impress the world with my extreme power, cause
Rick make memories sealed in almanacs
Not to mention the immence appeal the mack hat
When you
interested in
Named Rick, no rapper alive could mess with him
Lace records all audience roar to
Grand of a show, skill on the dance floor too
Freakin'
(MIA JAY C)
Ha
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ha, ha
Huh, in that Maybach I be feelin' like Rick Ross, baby (baby)
She can tell I'm gettin' money when I
Now everybody's out to get me
I'm glad to say
Chorus: Rick James
Glad to say that I really missed your sexy way
Here I am girl, back in you again
stopping
All about that action
Feds think I'm benladin
Resume say o.g all the killas know me
I lied a nigga in a body bag 24/7 chasing on that bag
Pulling
the darkened halls of his mind
You just might find
[Bobby Ross Avila:]
The me inside of a gangsta
Yo, Jell
You know what I'm sayin?
I try to represent
I'm iced out, uh-huh
Real spill, I comin' through in that nitro, uh-huh
Real spill, give a nigga halo, uh-huh
Real spill, I'm still goin' after J-Lo,
It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookies crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know what
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
She's a gangsta
You know she would
Try to hide it by looking good
Roll behind you're back she could and stood a female
Hood
She's the pretty in
that T-Pain's sound (T-Pain's sound)
[Hook: Karaoke Sample]
Why you wanna do some shit I did in '03?
But don't act like you know...
I'm laying low key
don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
That's the truth
I'm close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain't the key
all my money in an hour,
'Cause it's comin' too fast and I'm scared it won't last,
Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance,
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche Box like Ali
My sneaks they Bally
In my hood I'm prob'ly
Just rollin' round in that Ghost
Watchin' out for them folks
Heater
on the moon
Lampin wit a big goon, keep shit tight like a kid's room
Big Bird in the driveway, bullet out Friday
I'm liver that way, I ride only the fly way
goin' badly im hittin' the matches
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
That be on my top
Feel like I don't need no sleep
Work all night don't stop
Hi-Tech in my
masterpiece
More Rakim then maybe Master P
Thirsty nigga paid in full I'm tryna buy the beach
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two
nights
That black is black and white is white
That Superman and Robin Hood
Are still alive in Hollywood
That gasoline's in short supply
The rising
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