Lyrics:
you see is big stones see I'm on it I ain't even got a major deal Rick Ross be lookin at me like I'm worth at least a couple mill, is it that iced out
Like the one in old Virginie
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
I'd
and friendly
Like the one in old Virginie
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it
I lay back in the cut, retain myself
Think about the shit and I'm thinkin' wealth
How can I makes my
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it
I lay back in the cut, retain myself
Think about the shit and I'm thinkin' wealth
How can I makes my
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
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
like...
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
HUH! {Maybach Music}
When I look in your soul, all I see is the gold
Her beauty is blinding, she's in total control
keep score
Sexy ladies walk by the door
Whip it real hard like Rick Ross
I be talking out hte ass, no shit mouth
When I'm at the bank don't keep score
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore
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
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Over-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
to swim to it
K-Dot shit is only hittin' hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross callin' me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it
'Cause
My uncle John say that real good
Want nigga shut, paper get to the car I got the ross in my souse
And will get til the end
Right to say I got
hoes
Love to pull nigga bout mine lil' nose
Nigga tryna hold me back, I'm throwin' 'bows
I'm a treal ass nigga, that's how shit goes
[Rick Ross
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
Ay Fede Boza
Ayo Dub
Ion be tryna work but I keep going
In tune wit the real work
Ain't no lil boy shit been a big boss, They call me the big boss
I
time I tenderize
I specialize and open eyes, to make you realize
That you been rocked with Jeff's plain skills
By the diabolical, and my man Will
damned feet
DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse
Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck
Learned my slang right down the block
From where Rick Ross
Yeah
Ay, Em you ready?
Herk, you got them things, nigga?
You know
Detroit city
There they go, them D-Town boys, carry the Calico
Whenever
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