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the price, we ain't trippin' off no cost
Skinny nigga, pockets fat like Rick Ross

Thick bitch on my lap, I can't move
She didn't say she had a nigga, had no

putting lil shawty up on the map
They Tellin lies on me and she already knowing it’s cap
You stayed by my side always down to ride so I feel like I owe you

tell me hold on
Used to think they so wrong, for sayin that my soul gone
But, now I believe them
I'm seeing how I'm evil
But IDGAF I'm dope as what you

Cursing in my 64
Family got to eat bro
Now that's a good life
Boss it like am Rick Ross
Smoking in that indoor
Catching good vibes
Ni*** that's the good

eyes, that you been hypnotised by me
You say that I can’t you see you blush
But baby I can feel the rush
You get hotter the more that we touch in here
I

I've been feelin' like a ghost
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna be a host
Feelin' like Rick Ross cause you know that I'm the boss
Hiding from the world,

5PM, phone blowin' up
Rambo with the zip costs
125 plus 20, drop that bitch off
Swingin' by the house, grab my nine piece
Rick Ross
Gotta drop this

hit the Quan
Bitch she gon call me Papa but my names not John
Rick Ross run up on me bullets get em' tummy tuck
You is broke and you chilling with some

(Rick Ross)
I just want to see you shine
God is money with me baby just shine
Always caught up in a whirlwind
or I caught it from my girlfriend

got some bars I'm locked down inge linako zale za quarantine
I bring colonial rule like I'm Cecil Rhodes
I'm now the boss like Rick Ross
Will never be

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

on your own brown mix
Like Rick Ross and the bricks he lift
Got more cane than a pixie stick
That's viscous Nic
My Father been legit, 40 days in the dirt

yeah
Bout to graduate I don't know what's next for me
All I know is I'll be fine I worked hard for this destiny
Surrounded by friends and fam life is

I'll prove myself
I'll prove myself to you
I'll prove myself
Baby I want you
I'm always be right here
Right here by your side
Even though you trynna get

Rick Ross, everyday I'm hustling
3. Can't sit around, wait for money, come to me nah 
4. Gotta go hard, that's the only way I'm going get it
5. Forget

raw, yo' bitch Rick Ross
And if she bad, then she prolly get lost
Tell her come home, and I tell her get off
Give me my lunchbox, hand me my drawers

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

Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me

Swervin like I'm crazy
Oh my god she be suckin on my private
I cant listen to yo whack song
Prove me that I'm wrong
Deadass When I feature song
I'm a robber

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

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

me movin slow

All designers drugs got these hoes going dumb
Big bank take your hoe
Fucken dez hoes by the dozen
Maybach coupe recline 
45 on me I keep

squad eating pockets chubbier than Rick Ross
Once the labels notice me that's when I got the missed calls
From all the phony niggas who keep trying to get

train
Make her wanna get on her knees and give me top
The bitch do molly just like Rick Ross
She want diamonds, the shit gon' cost
She want diamonds,