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of fucking money (Like I'm made of fucking money)
I hit that club do my dance y'all can laugh cause that shit's funny
In my head I'm wild and out and I'm

raise the stats
No fucking around around all we do is state facts
Tick Tock make that ass pop
Throw them hunnits up like you rick ross
Bitches in

I got the drip sauce,
Pockets on rick Ross
We let that shit off,
I'm da drip, god
Bitch Ina big dawg,
I pull up Den dip off
Ain’t bout no shit talk

the one that they askin' bout
In the aston martin, weed sparkin'
Flickin' ashes out
Rick Ross will never ask you out
When I get your number I'ma come

she Criss Cross
Watch that thang jump jump then I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I said I push it like I'm Rick Ross
So fuck

ear
That at two you would like to hear
Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am
Jump around and get down to Here I Am
Face down and back up till the morning

shattering dreams

Rick's intellect, a double-edged sword
A mind so sharp, yet deeply flawed
Through dimensions, we traverse and roam
In search of meaning,

It's Nasty

Grandmaster Flash

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild

mother
Created by the same God
In his image but it's so odd
We don't even see it when it's so broad
See the picture
This kind of vision for people with

Fuck the Police

MellowHype

BlackenedWhite

2010

boss
SK for dinner and forget to floss
Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross
Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross
Sure runnin' like I'm heavy hardcore

St-Laurent in the sauce 

Time travel like a boss, like Rick not Ross

Hook 3
This is just the pilot, we not even hot

Universe is busy tryna make the sickest

Anytime I make a hit
I don't miss dawg
Anytime I make a hit
I don't miss dawg
Double R
Big cars
Feel like Rick Ross
Spacious like a ship dawg
I might

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

I got 700 bitches in my roster
Used to call me big boss
Always kept the shades on my body, rick ross
Only rocking chains on my body big dog
So you

5,4 but im big dawg
Say it with yo chest like a big dawg
Keep my bag in check, cuz im big dawg
Hustle everyday like im rick ross 

Starting with

to a fucking cross
In my eyes Tabasco sauce
Meditation cross cross 
Eating pears Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I got lip injections 
Yes

you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But

After we did all the
Groundwork, outta nowhere
Here you come jumpin' in
Why should we fuckin' bring you in after
We got all these views comin' in?
Why

Damn, Damn, Damn fortyyy

Can’t be knocked off nigga I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth

They wanna f*ck with a boss. Everyday hustle I feel like Rick Ross yea. Heard that they taking a loss. Trapped all inside they be locked in a box

You know what it is
Its your boy back in the building
This right here is one of them, one of them
You know what im talkin bout

Down Here we got

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Codeine
COBAIN
Cold brew
No kombucha
Just COLTRANE
5th Ave
Blow
Sax on the block
A great day in Harlem
Well maybe that's the problem
We living for today
We

would all be so simple 
Let me make it official 
I book the flights tonight 
By the morn we'll be switching positions on this earth 
I gotta leave 
My