Lyrics:
Stick talk
Stick talk
Stick talk
Big talk
Pockets
Rick Ross
Forever ball
Yeaaaaaa
We link
We lock
She give me top
We gone drop the top
We gone mini
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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
flow all over the place, .44 in the waist
I'm so-so innovative, po-po went away, I roll over 'em and make bacon
And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up
here
Call me Florida Man
Doing business with the family
Rick Ross bawsin
Put em in a coffin
A goon to a goblin
I'm hot flowing current in a conduit
the fun was over when we got to high school
Cause it was time for gettin girlies, so we had to be cool
We had a lotta girlies, and our friends were
Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He
a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home
I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since
the fun was over when we got to high school
Cause it was time for gettin girlies, so we had to be cool
We had a lotta girlies, and our friends were
in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice
I thought
straight I took on New York's climate
Like show me New York's ladder
I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama
to force the air force
titty party
Ditty party with the diddy sauce, uh
i'm actually Diddy's boss
And my money's bigger than Rick Ross
Got the drip like Voss
One day, you're
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
Lord, I lift Your name on high
Lord, I love to sing Your praises.
I'm so glad You're in my life
I'm so glad You came to save us!
You came from
Mma boss rick Ross
I don’t care boss
White teeth imma floss
I’m Solie G I gotta sauce
I ain’t wash up
Once I stain a nigga I go wash up
A lot
Yeah
Armor-piercing, no defense against
Who his henchmen is, what they pension is
Concur by division, have his homeboy hit him
So close, he
And the mission don't stop till the casket drop
I'm protected by the tech
And the teflon vest
And we earn that respect
Cause we worked so hard so put that
friends
But, bitch, we
I'm a high heel, bitch, you got flip flop
Just check my numbers nigga, I am what your bitch watch
I'll fuck around and post a remix
the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags
Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo)
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh)
Now we
Rick Ross
Everybody know that I'm a big boss
Yeah I'm a big boss, but you so small doe
I be ballin like my name it be Ronaldo
Homie you is so lost,
attractive
Whip snap, if a nigga run high active
I'm captive
One day he was dogging her back
Got me mad too
Dish it like you like this, she said
Rick I tried
I'm so fucking high right now
Ya dig
I-I-I-I-I-I oh
I'm so fucking pissed off
I-I-I-I
I'm so fucking pissed off
No I'm not Rick Ross but everybody
Let's skip Apollo
Colorado is
My Picasso (what)
We ride or die (die)
She my little vato
Ross
Can't hold it back
You know I'm so addicted to you
Blige
Now you can tell by the way i run these streets
That im so proud to represent my hood
You can tell by the way i rock this beat
That im so proud
Savage the way I floss
No Rick Ross, I stack my chips
Jeans to be a boss
No Kris Kross
Imma be a rich bitch
( Verse 2 )
Yeah, uh
I’m so
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