Lyrics:
vet
Feel like I'm Rick Ross
Why these hoes so pressed
Trappin it out the whip
Ima have it bussin like dis
Bands in the parking lot
Dam
And I got
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
cause we rocking all this Rick ya
Goût Exquis ya counting all these G's ya
Not gay but benjamin can get a ring ya
Getting clean , getting face like
he smeared off
Forty ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumpin' like Kriss Kross (uh), mismatchin', no jigsaw (uh-huh)
No horseplay
to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
Still she open up my package just like Christmas day
Still got no money for that chick cause I got bill to pay
And I got mills to get
Just like a clean
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
My money clean like I too a bath with it on an orange tab
bitches always gossip like holdup pause,
I am not Rick Ross but I am cruising
Cruising down
slipin im a touch ya
Ima tell you once bitch
Your fuckin with the boss
Show love to my nigga Petey
Pete and Rick Ross
that money yeah Flexin like i dreamed aye
Flexin on a dream fuckin on a Beam yea
Cash all around me cream
Fresh like mr clean yeah
Imma get rari yeah
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
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
all this money, bitch, I feel like I'm Rick Ross
Runnin' up the bag, yeah, I'm never in loss
Flexin' on these bitches, yeah, I feel like a boss
Ridin'
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA
(I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean)
(Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans)
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
of my mens, I just eat good like Rick Ross
I don't need no new friends, niggas be throwing me off
Okay, let's go, hey, hey, okay, go get some money, go
owens, big dog, I feel like I'm Rick ross
These boys big soft, my wrist doesn't tick-tock
Flexing so damn hard all of my enemies getting pissed off,
Big dawg I just lost a dub
But that shit small
Big boss push it to the limit
I’m like Rick Ross
Niggas soft rappers living backwards
Call em criss
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
Niggas tried to crucify me got me criss crossed
Ass backwards
I dip
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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