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for the low for real nigga I'm surprised that you shared
Talking bout gats to the show for real nigga I'm surprised you prepared
Ain't no Rick Ross

to plug until my feet hurt
They asking me questions to answers they know of
I ain't Santa Claus I don't ho-ho
Pockets should be fat like Rick Ross
Altitude

I can be the rick, you could be the ross
I could always work my socks off if you wanna be the boss
We could be a team, you could even wear my top

looking for snakes
I'm bout that money, it ain't no debate
I'm by myself, I'ma make something shake

Too many niggas have problems, I spot em
I got em with

getting me ticked off don't let have my dawgs sick yall
You small body but ya head getting bigger like rick ross
I will blitz y'all randy moss picked off so

one call niggas come get y'all
Niggas big boss, feel like a big dawg

Free Larry Hoover nigga like Rick Ross
No I ain't Jesus, nigga, can't get crossed

me feeling like Rick Ross
Niggas think they getting big but getting lost in the sauce

Yeah
Easy
For real

Yeah man
These niggas better know it's real

Money by the duffle
Fuck my baby raw
I aint care at all 
I just wanna nut
Rest the world can suck it 
Mama call me luck 
Das because i'm lucky
She know

wanna suck the meat off the bone
Bitch it's ligaments 
Timid no more

The foreign make ya double take
By second look I'm gone
Money never go to voice mail

[duh]
Ran to a [uh] Dead End cant ova a brick wall [yuh]
Maybach music givin me wings I put onnat Rick Ross [huh]

[Huh, huh, huh, huh] Fantastic Four

pictures like Rick Ross
Slide to the stars glasses up,
The makings of tha boss
When you really do that,
Even basic things sound like a floss
Back shoulder

bitches heads like Im Laila Ali
He know I'm coming trim
He
Cant wait to show me off
Im the biggest in the room
like Im Rick Ross
Aint competing with these

On Rodeo, in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool

yeah
Richard Mille, bonbon, Rick Owens, yeah
I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah (Yeah, huh)

Cyber to Ferragamo
The Restoration Hardware

Everything backwards, n criss-cross like Rick Ross don't even sell drugs no more
He's a fat black rapper with a ranch and some studs
guns under

know he ain't blind but he keep him a stick
I know that he lying and he 6 plus 6
I wish that I could press rewind and get back Rick
You know that money

on me how I switch my lanes
She had me sick now I be pissed off
Annoying as bitch she make my dick soft
Pockets on uhh feel like I’m Rick Ross
She want

maturely
Hanging around the vets in the sweats
Since '97 we was rolex-ing the extra
Fuck around a hundred Tecs flash
Flex, cash, drugs, money and sex
Dumb

I feel blessed
I'll break rules like Rick Ross be saying
Spit fire like flame tools, then burn it all
Money and fame
Uh, don't define me
Ain't

kids without fathers asking how are you this far?,  I don't have a girlfriend but get Molly from Rick Ross

Speaker in my pocket playin my chemical

card

Yes, yes, she got you lost
One day I pray I meet and I can talk to Rick Ross
And Drake and debate about where they get their faith
And let them

do it do it do it
Bitch do it
I want a nigga yeah a real boss
Like he rick Ross
One that never really tripping
On what hair cost
I need fendi by

I miss encro-chat, used to wipe my phone clean
Three times a week, different level to the stream
Throw a few Gs on each, I'm somewhere out of reach

whatever
That's forever
Told me turn it up
I hit the switch and pulled the lever
They lost I'm like Rick Ross
I'm tryna get rich forever
Nigga we gon' get