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Maintenant, maintenant, baby, baby j'me sens lost
J'veux ma money aussi large que Rick Ross
Que des big W, pas de big L
Soit tu te baisses, ou tu prends le

want me horny turn a trick and get my bricks off
I think I’m Big Meech Willie Lloyd Rick Ross y’all at the border OK hit me when the shit cross

They

point
Later i realize it was the wrong one
I wan turn big boss ye biti Rick Ross
no be by link up
Ole sha Facebook ye tabi TikTok

No be school dey give

bossed up 
Feeling like Rick Ross
Young nigga 
I got power now
I was lost I thank
The lord that I'm found
I thank the lord that 
I am found 

I got bandz

I got brothers on road like pigeons
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be

appearance
But it's a fact that wit a beard people take you more serious
Fuck my bitch then i hit her wit the Rick Ross uh
Aye dawg u ain't gotta front stop

likes to get spit on
And my pockets be fatter than Rick Ross
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Now he tryna

niggas at the port like Rick Ross
If she dont see that I'm important she can get lost
Niggas tryna add us up by what we bought
Niggas tryna do the math

plotek że to na nic
Chcę nawinąć kiedyś sobie

Jak Rick Ross jeśli wiesz co mam w głowie
Bo nie chodzi mi o flow
Chciałbym nawinąć sobie o tym jaki koszę

like a boss
She sucking my balls, yeah I feel like Rick Ross (aye)
When I'm rolling raws
And I never pause, yeah it's too much to see (bow, bang)
When

stash they cash in mattress
Hustle like I’m Rick Ross when he turrned a rock into a mountain
Trickin over wack bitches, I ain’t stressed
I got my

see you Boba Voss
I want da head, coin toss
Maybach, Rick Ross
cll back Ecosport, hit da grass, hit da gas 
If dem lights get behind me imma have to do

got lost
Living rich like I'm Rick Ross
Shoutout to the bros who never fell off
Yea that's my gang ain't no way we gone stop
We gone keep climbing till

snatch the heat and get the flame throwin
I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver
Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem
Start me

be that Rick & that Ross
That bitch is returning that Roth
Like a Shyon that bitch got some draw
You niggas ain't turnt tho it's all

I get high like

Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Livin' like I'm big boss, Rick Ross hustlin'
Spendin' every bit of that shoebox money
Gods almighty

Rick Ross
We can see the beautiful in the darkness
Thoughts I said I couldn't make it
Look like I made it

Mama, I made it
I remember one day, mother

attack
You tried to mess with Game and 50
But neither one of them called you back
Ask J R my car was pushed
To the limit on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was

Then I blew her head clean off
Heard she shop at Ross
Don’t care what it cost
What a queen
Go head do ya thang
She said fkn same
Oh I do, I got shit

Nigga, my closet got Prada and Rick
Couldn't decide, so I wore me some Rick
Stackin' my money real tall lil' bitch
I'm in the booth with Glocks and sticks

by the buckle
Gotta aim for the head when you bust em
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Gotta move by yourself when you hustle
Money gon' stack in

a gallery you gotta put art in this shit
Cigar smoke dobb hats like a boss in this bitch
Pockets fat mayBach's Rick Ross in this bitch
Like a turtle I be

yourself
I’m a boss just like Rick Ross
Plug said the bread really getting to my head and he starting to get pissed off
Cuz I’m on a yacht with this

a loss (Ay, yeah)
Turned to a boss
Slick rick like I'm Ross I just made distance from you all (Yeah yeah)
I got the sauce you got lost in (Yeah) Ballin