Lyrics:
it's Rick Ross, uh
Hit a green, hit another one
They don't wanna see me cause I'm coming so irrelevant
I'ma make a million in a year
I'ma make a million
ain't tryna come up off the struggle
Faith in the hustle Rick Ross pushing it on the double
Phone dry up I'm out chea wit the post up
And I wouldn't
it's Ace
If I catch a charge
Nigga ima flee the state
Hit my niggas LA Reid and Khaled
Watch me beat the case
[Trick Daddy]
You niggas fly
tick tock
Bitch I'm ballin' Chris Bosh, I'm a boss like Rick Ross
Bitch just stop, all you bitches flip flop
You not welcome in my spot, tell them hoes
can’t lose,
Ima dog, in this fleece, let em loose,
Big cross hey,
New floss hey,
40 in the pants,
Rick Ross hey,
You ain’t bet on me,
Big loss hey,
I'll be ballin', I'll be ballin' like a mini Rick Ross (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Hit the plug for the love on the flip phone
Rollin' off the E like
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
the one that they askin' bout
In the aston martin, weed sparkin'
Flickin' ashes out
Rick Ross will never ask you out
When I get your number I'ma come
of my time just like Rick Ross
Everybody wanna follow me call me big boss
My names Shifty, I'm the nice guy
Gucci on my fucking wrist that you can't buy,
boss
So I can afford to take a loss
Growing up my idol was
Rick ross
Keep that Glock tuck
It's a must
My hittas going clean you
Yeah seamos
My nigga was
fuck with my drip
I ain't no gangsta
Ima boss
So I can't afford to take a loss
Growing up my idol was rick ross
Keep that glock tuck
It's a must
My
Luving U is Off, I knew I would pop
Foot is on the gas, you can smell the exhaust
Turned into a boss, feel like I'm Rick Ross
I can't take a loss,
fucking on Khalifa
Got the big dogs, big bops on the set
Feel like Rick Ross, Big Smalls, got the bread
When you lift off, please dog, don't forget
Where
at the top cuz if you ain't official
They ain't gonna miss you them hitters gon hit you
That razor might slit you outside with the Ginsu
News and magazines if
heart where the brittle
Never seem to wiggle
Their way to the top if you ain't official
They ain't gonna miss you them hitters gon hit you
That razor
a month
Let's make a
Million a month
Million a month
How ya feeling Ricky Ross
I get a million a month
Living good - The family straight
Like a bitch - you
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,
gnarly)
We some gnarly boys for real (O oh)
Thousand grams, I'ma get it off (Gas)
Movin' like a boss wanna floss (Huh?)
Pockets on Rick Ross (What?)
Rick Ross
Took time but my cash got right (right)
If I want it, Ima buy it
I don't ask no price (nah)
Rearview mirror (mirror) , jumbo dice (dice)
Trunk
I Get Rich
Ima hit up all my dawgs
We gon' spend racks at the mall
When I Get Rich
I do the dash in that car
Buy my momma that new car
When I Get Rich
to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up
I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot
I'ma hit it with the Sprite and make that butter
Hit the purple main up, man I need a complete zip!
And if I catch you anywhere I can hit, you gettin' ripped
Verse 1, Webbie
I had to met her
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