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hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine I'm Rick James hoe
Bitch I'm Rick James if you want you can get it
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute

hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine I'm Rick James hoe
Bitch I'm Rick James if you want you can get it
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute

spit
They tryna say that I'm fakin' it
Claiming they know music, but they really ain't shit
Every beat I make a hit, this shmoney Ima get
Ima keep

Ross
We don’t do no snitch don’t talk
Sniper to yo head pop pop
Swish shit aye, Hit shit aye
All of ma niggas don’t miss shit aye
You snitched, Adimt aye

I had to get my A** off the ground and get my shit together I’m feeling like Rick Ross want to be rich forever chase that money while you can you may

on me and I'ma get a lil shooter
I just be making hits through a computer
You don't mean shit, you is a loser
Now I got ricks got a bitch from hooters
I

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

hard
Huh, yeah
Swear to God a broke bitch make my dick soft
Yeah
Lemon pepper my shit like Rick Ross
Huh
Niggas know Jimmy I'm big boss
If a bitch lose

gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet,

Rick Ross
Caught this nigga slipping from the side
And he got picked off
This bitch just send her address
And got picked up

He tried to run up on me

Mr. Jones

Elvin Jones

Live at the Village Vanguard

1968

away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by

Yo.. did u touch my drum set?

Ima rub my balls on your moms face

You fuck

Sipping ona brisk, hundred on my wrist
I spit hits, it goes like this

Mr. Jones

Mike Jones

My 64/Mr. Jones

2007

by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you

feel like Rick Ross
Take a trip to meet with the plug
I'ma knock him off
Rubber band Benjamin's stashed in my vault
Thinkin' I'm Chris Tucker the way

know you like this
I know you like this
Yeahh
Rick Ross vibe
Hip hop flow
You aint my kind
Get down low
Put that down that shit for show
You aint gon'

it's Rick Ross, uh
Hit a green, hit another one
They don't wanna see me cause I'm coming so irrelevant
I'ma make a million in a year

I'ma make a million

Ride [Remix]

Juelz Santana

Gutta

2008

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

ain't tryna come up off the struggle
Faith in the hustle Rick Ross pushing it on the double
Phone dry up I'm out chea wit the post up
And I wouldn't

tick tock
Bitch I'm ballin' Chris Bosh, I'm a boss like Rick Ross
Bitch just stop, all you bitches flip flop
You not welcome in my spot, tell them hoes

Out Here Grinding

Lil' Boosie

The History of Boosie

2012

it's Ace
If I catch a charge
Nigga ima flee the state
Hit my niggas LA Reid and Khaled
Watch me beat the case

[Trick Daddy]
You niggas fly

can’t lose,

Ima dog, in this fleece, let em loose,

Big cross hey,
New floss hey,

40 in the pants,
Rick Ross hey,

You ain’t bet on me,
Big loss hey,

of my time just like Rick Ross
Everybody wanna follow me call me big boss
My names Shifty, I'm the nice guy
Gucci on my fucking wrist that you can't buy,

I'll be ballin', I'll be ballin' like a mini Rick Ross (Yeah)


[Pre-Chorus]
Hit the plug for the love on the flip phone
Rollin' off the E like

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