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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

tripping if I ever tie my shoe strings
I don't get inspired by my music I get mood swings
Make moves, take a risk, take a risk, take a risk
Put jewels

hoes tryna fuck on Three I hopped out drip plain jane bezel
Yo bitch ride that shit she drive that shit by herself I nicknamed her Tesla
I make music for

get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Unleashed, Vol. 6

2006

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

shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is

This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

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

A bit discouraged
By the way these niggas working
Ion trust shit
Go wit cha move, what cha working
I know a coward cornered do damage to survive
Like

to the guap-anise
I gotta make me a plate
Cause I been craving the broccoli
Yeah
These niggas getting me pissed off
Yeah
I need my pockets on Rick Ross

or nothing
Im on my Rick ross everday feels like I be hustling
Moving city to city so fast look like i be running
How they claim selling drugs but they never

em
Heat stick tucked by the buckle
Gotta aim for the head when you bust em
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Gotta move by yourself when you hustle

gon' stretch us
But now I know a tight circle help keep it together
Now I'm on my Rick Ross shit
'Bout to go from broke to some big boss shit, that's

of 9
11 feeling like November 9th 'Cuz I
I got that shit that makes Rick Ross go (Huh)
Make Jay-Z go (Yup) make Kanye Go (haah?)
I know you're at a loss

get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,

way, yeah
I got racks, I got racks, please don't ask me, yeah
I got swag, I got swag, Rick and Raf way, yeah

Sweep the game right with a broom

Blessing in Disguise

Scarface

Mastermind [Deluxe Version]

2014

don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys

Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me

Trilla Intro

Rick Ross

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin' in H-Town

going accordingly
They want to be a part of me, I move different you can tell by the walk
The hair just makes them go stupid nuts at this point, I don't

You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy

to make it

We set our own rules and we document the pages


Yeah


( Hook )


That's black power

Rick Ross that's black power

Lil Wayne that's black

homie let's make it clouded
The Holy Spirit possessing me, hunger to be stay pressin' me
Writing rhymes to battle hip hops enemies
I'm Rick Ross forever

the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Used to be broke, now