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brown paper bag money This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me [Rick
leaders and they gave us dope (crack) From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather Now Oscar Blandon was his known
to women Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em She tipsy off six shots She's feelin my Rick Ross She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't
got no Class you know that's truancy I don't want the panties off Unless it's done by me Rick Ross voice you know it costs To be a boss like me So many
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
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds, We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as [Chorus] [Rick Ross
pra algum outro lifestyle Sou de BadStuy oito-cinco igual Chris Preto bomba igual Xis Perpetuando Malcom X, e Luther King, e Kriss Kross ou Rick Ross
a boss nigga, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross, nigga Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost, nigga My shit paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental
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
Okay, I'm reloaded The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen Be back, I'm back I'm back, I'm back It's nowhere to go I'm talkin' Japanese
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
"Who was it?" You thought you left D flat, D major I'll slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia I'm
on two-five Or your big brother put you on like surprise Hearing my hood described So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes Maybe it was the age
until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft) And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)
the most (Most) I'm like a boss (Boss) Call me Rick Ross (Ross) I do the most (Most) I do the most (Most) How many motherfuckers wanna copy style? I got
cook or clean I'm all by myself she wanna live with me I keep to myself you don't wanna live with me Shawty think she Ross but I'm in Italy I feel like
I'm buying the shit don't matter the cost You steal from the mall, you shopping at ross You chill at the bottom, i chill at the top Yo bitch is a hoe
aggression Shoot like harden pop off like a rocket I'm flame tested I'm rock solid The chain hang to my chest like Rick Ross's I'm Randy Mossing boxes out
Terrence Ross shit I'm the biggest boss, on my Rick Ross shit
Sypią te grudy nad kiblem Duże i grube te grudy jak Rick Ross Potem są chude jak Rick Ross Potem zaś nikną, nie masz funduszy, to kumple jak trupy
didn't have to need it, I got it if I wanted All day Friday, Saturday, Sunday Livin' like I'm big boss, Rick Ross hustlin' Spendin' every bit of that
a grown up story (okay, alright) I remember when mama spoke of the birds and The east side kept me off the curb and Betsy Ross was sufferin' from
a hipocrisia Tanta negatividade disfarçada de torcida Vai, vai, tô tipo Rick Ross rapaz Incomodando tanto trampando que até ídolos viram rivais (Refrão –
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