Rick Ross

"Off The Boat"
(feat. French Montana)

"Off The Boat"
(feat. French Montana)



[Intro:]
Testify on my nigga, I'm a blow up your house
For the last few years, I had control of the south
When you head up north, either one with the coke
French Montana, straight off the boat

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
We 'bout it

[Verse 1: French Montana]
This that heroin flow, just signed to Atlantic
I get it fresh off the boat, I get it 'cross the Atlantic
I just fired my banker, now I just rubberband it
Should I cop me some acres?, should I cop me some candy?
I hear voices all in my head, bricks all in my spirit
Fuck you do with that bread, bitches all in my ear
I done counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feeling
I got a rush for that life, I had a bitch out the projects
She used to package the white and bring me back my deposit
I'm talking 8 grand a piece, I'm on the floor with the Lakers
I'm talking 8 grand a seat, Louie sneaks with no laces

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
We 'bout it

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach on Monday, Testarossa on Tuesday
My wide body on Wednesday but my boat is my beauty
All my Friday's Ferrari, like to pull out my jewelry
If you work with the judge, better pray to the jury
I got put in a rental, and I'm strapped like I'm Boobie
Had more guns in the car than the whole state of Missouri
Get it straight off the boat, yea my life is a movie
Got a 3 story mansion, big saltwater jacuzzi
Get it straight off the boat, she get it straight off the plate
Appetite disapperead, but it ate off her face
Now they tapping my phones, wanna give me the Rico
Speaking Spanish to Papi, tryna get them for cinco

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
(Don't doubt it) all real niggas
We 'bout it

"Oyster Perpetual"

"Oyster Perpetual"



In this game it's all about timin'
It's all about your movement
Ours is oyster perpetual
Swiss, so accurate
Presidential
The dirty niggas, right?

I'm smokin' to the face, I'm floatin' outer space
Hermes house shoes, gettin' straight to the cake
Hundred bottles, chicks stare, it's Aristotle
As I money launder, laundromats on every corner
Coin operated like them boys out in Vegas
Beatin' Fed cases like reprimandin' these fifth graders
Skip the Phys Ed, and yoga, bipolar
Get the big bread, so focused I'm bifocal
Two women, Twin Towers, I'm hittin' sour
Second innin', grape Swishas, they're Drake's bitches
But that's my nigga, share bitches, we big business
Real niggas, gettin' money, we splittin' millions
Condominiums, brick or ki, fickle V
Get the thickest bitch out of King of Diamonds to tickle me
I gotta lick her feet, 68, I'm diggin' deep
Pull the yachts out, Bel Air, Virginia Key
I'm on err' tackle, errwhere, Brian Urlacher
Err dollar, underneath my girl urr mattress

I'm nice with it, nigga
MasterMind, March 4th
Streets are mine
Black bottle boys
Haha, Ciroq lifestyle
Double M
See you real soon, niggas
Hahaha

"Pandemonium"
(feat. Meek Mill, Wale)

"Pandemonium"
(feat. Meek Mill, Wale)



3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
straight flights

[Rick Ross]
I live by the cold war
drove from round the globe
all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
general electric, perfected, cooking them O's
no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these niggas
standing flat footed, I'm on my toes
froze, pandemonium overdose
paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff
playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
welcome to organised crime
money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times
the '45 for you niggas with 9 lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
black Chevy Tahoe's, Hatians up out the ?
my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue
issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss
counting money stacks, your's counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn't
went against the odds, its only one Rozay
my nigga OKAY

[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
million in the trunk
started in the back, now we the niggas in the front
step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
we the number 1 niggas your bitch notice it

[Meek Mill]
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
on the grind 24/7 I'm with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
jumping out the Phantom like a muthafucking midget
money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?"
it's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "goin get it"
cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it
I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it
three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it
four for my niggas that be stacking and then blowing it
you would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in
look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodeon
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We's part the reason that them Churches got some services
the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
nigga called my phone talking reckless I ain't heard of it
fuck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
wanna fuck em all
had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law
monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking raw
she gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off
I'm way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speak
word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
for the low that 9 cheap
call me if you want it, haters see me
and I'm staying got 'em sick to they stomach

[Chorus]

[Wale]
Whole time, see that fly shit I've been on
all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
that's game bitch ain't shit
nudies? and some J six
where I'm from it's cold
and niggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you
they say I'm special as Devin Hester on fourth down
so all that shit you niggas kicking with worried about
catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
flyest niggas out here, period no maxi-pad
bitch I got a right to brag
bitch I got a right to boast
presidential suite and bitch
and I never use my right to vote
my vision enormous, my bitch's is gorgeous
and I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
that boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor
I'm known as Obama's don't I know no-one in congress
these bitches love me all the way, u got sorta's and kinda's
sort of remind you, why you don't call no vagina
lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
quietly becoming a top ten
you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere
?, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, nigga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch
what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier fuck yourself
I can see your album coming
that shits like a sucker punch
here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
dinner time she bring a friend
write my shit so vicious
y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen
always on some new shit CNN
shittin on these niggas like I need a pen

[Chorus]

"Paradise Lost"

"Paradise Lost"


[Bridge:]
Magic City
Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
Don't lose your soul chasing that pot of gold

[Verse 1:]
I'm trying to go where I can't go
Trying to be what I can't be
I wanna teach you what I can't show
We gotta reach what we can't reach
Trying to shine when the sun won't
I gotta grind as I gun toke
She's rolling weed as I'm doing me
I kept the G's, she can count on me
Wonderful times, lay a head for a young nigga
Like the day she told her that I was a drug dealer
That explains how the cars came
And all the big money at the car games¨
I roll dice with the low-lives
Timb boots and the coke nice
New Porsche, smoke lights
Young nigga, get your dough right

[Hook:]
Get your money right
Children gotta change, but they don't have a thing
All this drug dealing, it's killing our brother, mane
The cost of feeling freedom, but they don't understand
If we don't do it now we really don't have a chance
My sister, my brother, get your money right
Live for a celebration, build your mastermind
It's time to make a living, my brother, get your money right

[Bridge]

[Verse 2:]
I wanna go where I can't go
In Dubai smoking dank smoke
No charges for the cellphones
But I charge 'em just to sell for
Peach Ciroc and the L's long
Get to meet Barack rub elbows
We the ones that never got the pale brinks
Full sale at your [?] stack
I just wanna sign another lease
Mentality of a young nigga in the streets
But I think it's time to buy that home
And if you got it give your man a loan
And if you bought it we can leave it 'lone
My niggas write it on their teeth of gold
All gold grills, but to each his own
Got in power to put my people on

[Hook]

"Party Heart"
(feat. Stalley and 2 Chainz)

"Party Heart"
(feat. Stalley and 2 Chainz)



[Hook:]
The music gets into my party heart
Now I'm just ready to go right before the party start
Girl I'm not gon' break your party heart
Girl I'm just letting you know because we bout to party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I'm on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon' be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it's a party all around us

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I'm still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I'm travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-boy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it's far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they 'bout it but I'm 'bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of [?]
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it's really dough
I'm on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don't wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention

[Hook]

"Perfectionist"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"Perfectionist"
(feat. Meek Mill)



[Rick Ross:]
Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me
Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I’m aiming at your Acura, yeah
Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs

[Meek Mill:]
And I murder anything in my perimeter
If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like fuck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion

[Rick Ross:]
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A.
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane

[Meek Mill:]
And my nigger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay’
I’m switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

[Rick Ross:]
All my women photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it’s strictly about the cake
Quarters to half’s on my road to the riches
All real niggers just playing different positions

[Meek Mill:]
Ross can be the quarter back, I’ma run his quarter back
Feds try to intercept a nigger like a corner back
Make a nigger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat

[Rick Ross]
I’m allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it’s etcetera, etcetera

[Meek Mill]
I’m addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin’
Ferragamo on linen, a nigger starting he finish
D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I’m dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring

[Rick Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
I’ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million strong

[Meek Mill]
Doesn’t matter if it’s chess or checkers cause it’s all blocks (bricks)
I’m in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
No roof, fresh off the car lot
And we don’t call cops nigger, we just call shots

[Rick Ross]
Fuck the competition I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I pull up out the holster
Can’t even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g’s and the well paid soldiers

[Meek Mill]
So if you nigger scared, call the feds up
We taking over I’m just giving niggers heads up
We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up
8 figure nigger, tell the labels, get our bread up

MMG, bitch, Maybach Music, we just do shit like this for no reason

"Phone Tap"

"Phone Tap"


[Hook:]
I think a nigga phone tapped
Wanna give me time for my old raps
Indict me for my own raps
I think a nigga phone tapped
I think a nigga phone tapped
If you callin' me, I think your phone tapped
My phone tapped
Got a feelin' that my phone tapped

[Verse 1:]
18 nigga wildin', trafficin' with a pilot
Crazy net worth, Miami bred the tyrants
First day of trial, courtroom was silent
Till the wiretap replayed back the dialect
Had tears in my eyes as you took your oath
Sweaty palms have on niggas who be touchin' dope
Open the doors, smell the Pyrex in the air
I'm dealin' raw, D-boys so debonair
In the barber shop, it's known that I can sell a pair
Count to forty-five before that man could shave his head
Pistol underneath the apron as I'm in the chair
Raise it to my neck, I tip a hundred for the beard

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
My right hand, I knew him since fourth grade
'88, afros with no fades
Fist fights, the box Chevys on blades
Chief all they gave us the rules to play
They trynna paint a picture of a hungry nigga
Another lion runnin' in the jungle with us
Told the bitches we was brothers, shared the same people
Introduce you to my mother, made sure you eatin'
Now you hangin' out with different people on the weekend
Quotin' different numbers nigga, like I wouldn't peep it
If it's war, here come murder, cause that come the cheapest
Call me on my sister phone, keep it on some G shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Niggas tellin' cause the jealous, look at what I'm wearin'
They want me in the prison when I'm just apparent
Quarter million in Atlanta, boy I had some talent
Throw a stack in Magic City, make a hater panic
305 nigga, ridin' in the Chevy
Count a half a milli in a couple seconds
Fuck two bitches then I want seconds
Richest nigga in the city, boy I broke some records
Puttin' spinners on your cars, suspendin' on the smoke
What your spendin' on your home, spendin' on the boat
Everybody watchin', everybody tellin'
When your days numbered, nigga, cherish every second

[Hook]

"Pirates"

"Pirates"


[Intro]
I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh?
Pray for me

[Verse 1]
Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble
Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel
Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill
Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled
Got a cute bitch with me; favor Kimora, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive
Witness bitch niggas pale, Japar [?] just got twenty-five
At this point in my life, I'm just trying to survive
Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
Makaveli returns - it's God forgives, and I don't
Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than Trump

[Hook]
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, 19, four, five bricks
Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate

[Bridge]
Trying to keep my head above water, nigga
We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2]
Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches
Panoramas, abortions, marijuana imported
Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted
Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it
Product is in demand, profit not far behind
Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time
Babies be having babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind
Niggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying
Affiliated with wealth, associated with death
Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf
Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walking the streets
Blackberry boss - one call, ya put to sleep

[Hook]
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks
Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate

[Outro]
The Lord is my light and my salvation
But I see none of you fuck niggas
Fuck what you heard, nigga
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it

"Play Your Part"
(feat. Wale, Meek Mill & Chester French)

"Play Your Part"
(feat. Wale, Meek Mill & Chester French)



[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part

[Rick Ross]
I'm incline with women who come on they time
She came over and she came a few times
From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin
Game over had her shopping in Milan
20 racks really that's sneaker money
Triple white Ferrari yeah that's the Easter bunny
At the Ceaser in Vegas yeah I put the Visa on it
Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me
I let her decorate the real estate
And I let her spend a half the ticket give or take
A couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars
Canary yellow everything plane chartered
I spolied her maybe 'cause I adored her
More than fly that girls a flying saucer
My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life
And she said the love of picture just roll the dice

[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part

[Wale]
I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
She said she love me but what I'm feeling is minuscule
I understand that Prada lives in her inner soul
So the devil that droves in her got in control
Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin' getting got cake up
Though my paper way thicker than model make up
But ya'll wait up my mind racing my toe slippin
A lot of women is real some bitches Robin Givings
I never give 'em no liquid no pot to piss in
I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent
I'm pitchin bitches that's dreamin' thinking I'm trickin' chicken
I'm simply fuckin' with bitches that know they whole position
That's real nigga shit
Real nigga life
I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe
I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss
I trying for the money, they tryna fall in love.

[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me,
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part

[Meek Mill]
I say, how can they compare to you
Everything material
Trickin' shit for kids and you know I don't need no cereal
You know I was ridin' and you switched up a gear or two
So I let others shit you on dead, burial
Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you
Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you
Cabo to Jamaica every weekend honey moon and you
Like the sound and I ain't ever try tuning you
But now I'm just assuming you
Living off of hearsay
Treble like the radio 'cause everything was fair play
1st class herm ass
Panamera perp pass
Greed written on her face
When I bought her first bag
And I ain't really give a fuck
It was like a nigga rushed
Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
She call me daddy like a nigga puff
Just play your role and you can live it up

[Chorus]
You think you using me
Like this games new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We'll be cool as long as you just play your part