Lyrics:
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another level, on god
I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top
My
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
background]
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
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,
fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about the cost
Look alive
I push that foot to drive
I'm vrooming past
go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look
boss
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has
Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross
Yes I smoke no recollection
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
bussin
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs
Hold dat rock don't trip don't
either way you gon' be mine
Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off
Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss
Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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