Lyrics:
just to get with her
Make me feel like you an Indian giver
[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
I'm getting money I could never be the same
New address, but
validation I’m calibrating
Give respect don’t have to chase it
OGs can fuck themselves if need be
Shit I dare masturbate ‘em
Not craft, kill anyone in his path
I'm working on a gut
Beard thick
Beats so fucked up don't even have to spit
Still sound epic, the Rick Ross effect
Might test my luck but won't press it
a legend & my neighbor Rick Ross
Southern Dirt made it clean all dat slander it was false
Hook
Verse 2
You a polymath niggas didn’t know dat u could
on her clit
Back to slobbing on my tip eating goblin my stick
I'm a big boss I'm Rick Ross I'm G-Eazy when he says
I mean it mean it mean it call your girl
Loyalty, money, power, respect
We out here movin' weight, just so we can flex
and niggas movin' dog food, just to feed the pets
If you wanna survive,
sleepin' and Hip Hop is soft
EPMD is the boss like Rick Ross
We don't knock or ring or else we kick down the door with force
Bust you down, leave a sign
looking for snakes
I'm bout that money, it ain't no debate
I'm by myself, I'ma make something shake
Too many niggas have problems, I spot em
I got em with
Diamonds on my neck, like water when it drip drop
OG in the pack, puffing gas out the ziplock
Young rich boss, got me feeling like Rick Ross
Fucking
of bread
Fuck the money they can pay me some respect
Man I'm Satan in the flesh
Think I'm waking up, I'm raising up the dead
Making something of myself
a milli
By any means I'ma go get it
Money power respect
Money over dem bitches
Pack just dropped
Hand me my digi
Used to hop in da beamer
And run thru da
hook in they head cause its catchy (Yea)
They call me honcho the boss
Making the bank it's fat Rick Ross (Ross)
Don't flex my diamonds they floss
You
Rick Ross, Wingstop
Give me your order, takin' Henny sippin' when I ain't pourin' up that Soju (Soju)
I'm that motherfuckin' guy thought I told you
pinche maricons (Fuckers)
I got the power respect (Respect)
I'm not the plug or connect (Connect)
Bitch I'm more like an outlet
I don't get upset (Naw)
I
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
Huh
Ay Bobby
Ay
Ay
Ay you
I feel like the man when I'm counting the checks
I live by the rules, Money Power Respect
I walk with the bands and a pound
my bag well, like say I enter Benin bus
The flows tight well, like say I be Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Them no go see me, I'm covered by the Holy Ghost
I'm selling drugs 'cause I keep my chain hangin'
All I speak is loyalty it be my love language
Power and respect it be my motivation
I scream Mint
the pasta over the lobster
And the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia
Just talkin' money, talkin' money what you talkin' bout?
Probably talkin' bout
PATHETIC YES I SAID IT.
FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for
PATHETIC YES I SAID IT.
FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for
keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
Mine had money in it, his
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
Yeah kid 8 real life, true facts listen
Money can buy power but can’t buy respect
Money can't buy you love but it can buy sex
Money can't buy you
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