Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Money To Make"
(with Birdman)
(feat. Mack Maine)

"Money To Make"
(with Birdman)
(feat. Mack Maine)



[Intro]
My niggas 100, my corner 100
The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

[Verse 1]
Now I’m fucking with H, can't be taking no shorts
We scoring the points, we done made it a sport
Scheduled to testify, never made it to court
I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you caught
You can’t be talking live when you walkin' in the house
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you walkin' in and out
I ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce
If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house
'Cause it's only squares when you come in here
So for all you squares, let me make it clear
Let me get it straight, I’m fishing to take
Not the fish in the tank
I got money to make

[Hook]
My niggas 100, my corner 100
The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance
My niggas 100, my corner 100
The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Real nigga in the building, where the work at?
That New Orleans Saints fitted, that’s my work hat
My niggas got that H, Percs, white and purp
And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dougie
Thug life, thug life, bitch, I’m feeling like 'Pac
When I’m riding up your block
'Bout to release the 50 shots off top
Your bitch here, you'll get your issue
Your family, they gon' miss you
They gon' find you, we ain't miss ya
Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby
Your mami over your casket, asking "lord, why, baby?"
See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies
And in a hood that crank babies just to grow up just to jack babies
Bitch I’m from New Orleans, you can’t come where I’m from
Got a drum on a caper, Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum Pum
Boy I ain’t no fronter, it’s Ross, Mack and Stunner
I put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
See we stunting, fuck with me, popping bottles, throwing money
Niggas giving headshots, bitch, no running
Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker
Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping
We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences
Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits
Shinning on these bitches, after hour countin' tickets
Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission
We focus on another saddle, another batch
Another bird full of H, nigga, comin' like that
Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin'
Blowin' while we counting, a hundred G’s in my pocket

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Movin' Bass"
(feat. Jay-Z)

"Movin' Bass"
(feat. Jay-Z)



[Intro:]
Ross is a real boss, cause real bosses don't go to jail feel what I'm saying?
So that's what I want y'all to know, you know what I mean?
As far as like his thinking patterns you know what I mean?
You know I admire y'all
The way y'all think you know what I'm saying?
And I also admire that I was apart of that foundation from day one
You know y'all was the good homies
Y'all took the baton and ran with it
The thing is that I was working towards was
The empire is what I was working towards
And y'all took the baton and ran with it so its nothing but love man
Anything y'all need me to do from behind these walls, I'mma do it
You know what I'm saying, without no question

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy
Is the fat boy, skinny ties
Don't empty mine nigga
Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic
Gettin' long money, short winded
Lets go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase
Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves
Twenty chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base
Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
Chain swangin', name rangin'
Shots fired, same nigga
We movin' weight I'm at a different pace
I'm out in Haïti with my lady screamin' "n'ap boule"
I'm hard to kill, Dade county, Versace Neil
Fourteen for that tattoo worth that dollar bill
Only one man got the combination to the safe
Grammy nominated once, but I’m still moving base

[Hook - Jay Z:]
See them plaques on a nigga wall
We still movin' bass
Got them records jumpin' off the store
We still movin' bass
Copper tried to knock us off
We still movin' bass
Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door
And we still movin' bass

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
Fallin' from the sky, the money bad the bigger
Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner
Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet
New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week
Taz Angels just wanna chill, jewelers just wanna meet
Weed man expnsive, three trips a week
Misses just wanna freak, feds stay up the street
Know they tellin' us close so we leak what we wanna leak
New mob, suit sharp, my suit Farrahkhan
In the house of the lord, my niggas bearin' arms
His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for
I'm movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low
Put the pistol to your mouth now show me to the safe
Grammy nominated once, but I'm still movin' bass

[Hook - Jay Z]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
You see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot
See me cousin off to college, I see that it costs a lot
Tallons fillin' the jammy, Miami still in my heart
Niggas playin' the corner, guess their playin' their part
Early coppin' the coupes, ladies stay on our feet
Your brother went to duplex
Smell the dope from across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you sweet
Arabs sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap
Schoolin' the little niggas, kilos all in the campus
A passport is necessary visa with all the rubbers
I beef with all of the red cappers
Head to the shop for some tobacco (blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!)
BR-80 just a plus don't mention the dust
R-O-C double M kill anything we touch

[Hook - Jay Z]

 

[fox69]

"Murda Mami"
(feat. Foxy Brown & Magazeen)

"Murda Mami"
(feat. Foxy Brown & Magazeen)



[Intro]
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)

[Rick Ross]
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron[?], stash it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it

[Chorus 2X: Foxy Brown]
It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners[?]

[Foxy Brown]
Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all y'all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my [?]
The 38 special in my Chanel sock
Now I got the llama and Ermet's dark
Word to sly swifter fox [?] who above me?
[?] say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to this man song

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Money ain't a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm dealin with [?] opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta live with it like uh

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Neighborhood Drug Dealer"

"Neighborhood Drug Dealer"


[Intro:]
Ay, this shit not to be played with around here
Come through here your ass will get it
My nigga, I've been waiting to holla at you my nigga
This shit crazy out here boy, don't nobody got nothing out here boy
Yeah nigga, I'm telling you nigga, you the hood billionaire nigga
I'm talking about you boy, this shit where they believe in my nigga

[Hook:]
Uh, I'm your neighborhood drug dealer
Its your neighborhood drug dealer
Uh, its your neighborhood drug dealer
I'm your neighborhood drug dealer
Neighborhood drug dealer
Its your neighborhood drug dealer
One, two, what it be?
Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23

[Verse 1:]
Bet you hear my pipes rev when I tip the scale
Rich forever, still a muscle and it never fails
You a house nigga so they let you get the mail
We in the back whippin' egg whites and crackin' shells
Robin jeans for my team, pocket for the sale
Pussy niggas gossip pray you die from gonorrhea
Al Capone where I'm from that Benzo bullet proof
Neighborhood dope boy you can get it too
Fuck them pussy niggas catch they ass at Smoothie Kings
Hundred missed calls after that new toolie rings
Skip South Beach bitch bring it to the ridge
For that change, put that thing right up to your ribs

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Chevy SS, she heard I bump fire
Got row houses up and down through Pembroke Pines
Say the streets talk, I say its bout time
Bal Harbor on my mama been about mine
Still pay my child support, in all trap money
All 5's and 10's, can't touch my rap money
She won't fuck with me, I'm hatin', yeah her pussy stank
Meet your amigo mama then you crack the piggie bank
Dope boy dream, never lose it all
Montgomery Alabama know we love the send 'em soft
Baton Rouge's a Actavis and act a fool
Neighborhood dope boy you should hit me too

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"New Bugatti"
(feat. Diddy)

"New Bugatti"
(feat. Diddy)



[Verse 1: Diddy]
You niggas paranoid, I party, getting money
I know I'm the shit, my janitor be getting money
I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view
Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
Pray for me; damn, I grind every day for it
If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
I got money, baby - I could order eight more
Fuck the Forbes list; let's tell the truth, I ate more
I got a billion, baby - time to get me eight more
Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor

[Hook: Rick Ross and (Diddy)]
Got a hundred mil'
(It's time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad bitches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)

Five mil' cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it's not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

[Verse 2: Diddy]
These haters speculate
They always watching mine
She know what time it is
Just like my watch line
My clothes line
The cologne, bitch
I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, bitch
I'm strong, bitch
I own shit
Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
I'm the money man
Money never financed
Come get this money, baby
With your fine ass

If your nigga broke, it's time to get another one
If your bitch is tripping, time to get another one
I'm Puff Daddy, bitch - there'll never be another one
Bugatti Boys forever one

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm feeling the money
I'm loving the paper
Nigga hating the hood
Took his ho to Jamaica
If I let down the top
Let the breeze in my beard
V.I.P. is the spot
They playing musical chairs
My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
Got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body in
One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
Jewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
Feeling myself; bitch, you do the same
Fuck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
My bitch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Nickel Rock"
(feat. Boosie Badazz)

"Nickel Rock"
(feat. Boosie Badazz)



[Boosie Badazz:]
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock

In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose to tell
All the boys over there, they never took it well
Do the math on the ave when your time comes
Have your ass on your back with your eyes stuck

[Hook:]
Paid mama's light bill with them nickel rocks
Even kept the phone on with them nickel rocks
Got my first pair of Jordans for them nickel rocks
Even felt extorted for them nickel rocks
Got it all, but the days on them nickel rocks
Got a 5 dollar sale for these nickel rocks
Seen a man kill his brother for a nickel rock
I'm a bad motherfucker with a nickel rock

[Boosie Badazz:]
I know some niggas got popped behind a nickel rock
The best times was on the block, was on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner since his word didn't stop
When he finish communion he gon' get a nickel rock
Lou started with a nickel rock, started flipping plenty blocks
30 years in cause he sold that first nickel rock
Got my first pussy for a nickel rock
Ain't gon' lie, that bitch was hot
If I had it she would have got a block
Rock solid over here, no question
Duncan owed 5 dollars and he stretched him
Over a nickel rock

[Hook]

Put the pistol in your name and you may get the blame
I just wanna feel the fame and go get the chain
Old shooter on the team, I'm Bernard King
Started with a nickel rock and got a triple beam
What you want, code red, you the Feds
Put this pistol to your head, it's time to go to bed
On account of I just want to see my daughter fed
Went to the store and I came back with just a loaf of bread
Real when you nickel rock, you wreck your deal
Boosie did a nickel, back on top the nigga real
Double M, we get the money that you never will
One nickel rock in my pocket to a half a mill

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"No Games"
(feat. Future)

"No Games"
(feat. Future)



[Intro: Future]
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas

[Hook: Future]
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the kitchen, pussy niggas merry christmas
Bitches taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer
Say a nigga name you know you fucking with them killers
Walking through the club only salute the real niggas
Ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your wallet
Hoes don’t credit pussy so you can’t pay her tomorrow
Bitch just bought a house she can't afford to run her mouth
[?] I run the game, not just the South
Bow down to the biggest, Belaire I be spilling
Counting all this paper, no games with these pussy niggas
Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buying new clothes
Heard your shit keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Can’t play no games with these lames, I’m getting money like Tony
Three chains on my neck these bitches brushin' up on it
Hundred grand on my watch, you don’t feel me then fuck 'em
If you playin' with work, we either feed 'em or touch 'em
I play no games with these hoes, get a ticket a show
Fed follow a nigga like it’s a brick at a show
VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin'
Ho know we fuckin', so don’t even ask him
I play no games at the bar, all I see is Ciroc
Three bottles for Diddy, three hoes in the car
No love for these skeezers, we party and fuck 'em
Every day is a party so every day we like fuck ‘em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas sellin’ dope just tryin’ to come up in the game
Say it’s for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain
Niggas go to self when they get caught up in the fame
Run back to a nigga when them shots get to sprayin’
(BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!!)
Now we holdin' hands
Success another gamble, bitch I took a chance
Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen
Then I got a Porsche, my bitch wanted a Bentley

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"No Games (Remix)"
(feat. Future, Meek Mill, Wale)

"No Games (Remix)"
(feat. Future, Meek Mill, Wale)



[Intro: Rick Ross (Future)]
Say no names, play no games
(Ain't no bottles on yo' table, pussy boy go hey yo' gwalla)
{"M-M-M"} REMIX! Untouchable Empire, yours truly
(We some rich ass niggas and surrounded by these models)
MasterMind, Meek Milly, Wale
(My vehicle foreign, I'm buried in foreign - CHEA)
Three rich young niggas, and Future - RICH YOUNG NIGGAS
(And I go hard for that paper) {"J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League"}

[Chorus: Future]
Can't play no GAMES with these niggas, can't play no GAMES with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No games, no games - no gaaaa-aaaaaames
Can't play no GAMES with these niggas, can't play no GAMES with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No no no no no no no no no no no noooo, no no no no no no - no games

[Rick Ross - over Chorus]
HUH! Remix! Remix! (WHOOP!)
We got the streets screamin' God loose
Game on base, no sitter (HUH!)
Look we the shit! We the shit (HUH!)
WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!

[Future (Rick Ross)]
Ain't no bottles on yo' table, pussy boy go get yo' gwolla
(Niggas slide, niggas ride, huh?)
Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow
(Niggas wanna take mine? Check)

[Rick Ross]
The world is yours, I've got them calling me Tony (HUH!)
Double M on the top, nigga we bigger than Sony
If you step on my toes, I write your name on my wall (Boss!)
He claim that he a soldier, fold up a flag for his momma (hold up!)
I've got gold in my blood, born a son of a king (HUH!)
I'm as real as they come, oh it's a wonderful dream (WHOO!)
On the phone Farrakhan gave me my first Quran (yes)
We joined hands, said a prayer, may Allah bless the don (the don!)
Ain't nowhere to run, already sold out the seats (HUH!)
We been them niggas, better go ask them freaks (freaks)
Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows (my vows)
They say it's suspicious all this money I found (I found)
Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial (lay down)
We the hottest niggas out, my nigga Kanye'll vouch {Maybach Music}
The (Devil in a Dress) (dress) Rozay in the chest (yes)
Push it to the limit, it's a OG in the flesh
Countach on the prowl, Lamborghinis I fiend (HUH!)
Ferrari addiction bitch it's a wonderful thing (WHOO!)
I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean (HUH!)
Mastermind on the way, top of 2014 (HUH!)

[Chorus w/ ad-libs]

[Meek Mill]
Okay! Petticoat is in that Rafe (WOO) heard her say I look like steak (what)
All these fuckin' ass fish (strapped) nigga take a look at my face (yeah)
I was never known for rentin' (nah) gon' and take a look at my plate
Paper, taggin', when I, mash, glide, do it like a nigga on skates - WOO!
I don't even think they see me (see me) hoes disappear, Houdini (poof)
I get what I wanna (wanna) you would think I own a genie (genie)
If I ain't on my corner (corner) probably on your TV (TV)
Pimping these hoes like (Joseline) (Joseline) "Why you do that (Stevie)?"
Play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
I put cheese on you rats, get hit with that macaroni (BLRRT!)
'Bout them collard greens all these rappers be actin' phony
You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you salty
You want your cornbread? Give me that, give me that, get me that
Niggas that's old bread; spendin' that, flippin' that, get it back
with my old heads; small face hundred, my nigga
We call that more bread; you don't want me goin' in!
Meek Milly!

[Chorus w/ ad-libs]

[Wale]
Uh.. niggas talkin' reckless but they barely movin' records
Niggas talkin' (Rayful), but can't even move a pebble
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! (WHOOOO!) Duck!
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! (WHOO!) They shootin' at whoever
Look, I ain't tryna be no killer but I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me (whoa)
D'ussé on that Rémy (whoa) quit 'em if they linger (whoa)
You get them Jordan feet, I give these hoes Mutumbo fingers (WOO!)
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! Too raw for these niggas
Wale Folarin, I'm playin' them all like A-Rod to these niggas (Rod)
And I pick 'em apart with that flow (yeah) and my car beyond what y'all drove (VROOM)
And I got a few top optional, every night is Marti Gras, ho! (OHH!)
And I heard your boy's a scaredy ho (OHH!) send 'em down to Florida Joe (OHH!)
We ain't playin' no more, I'm finna bully you artists bein' Incognito

[Outro: Future (Rick Ross)]
Ain't no bottles on yo' table, pussy boy go get yo' gwalla
(Remix! Remix! Remix!)
Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow
(DJ's all around the world, Double MG, le'go)
Ain't no bottles on yo' table, pussy boy go hey yo' gwalla
(MasterMind, Double M, Tracy T, Fat Trel, Stalley - WHOOO!)
We some rich ass niggas and surrounded by these models
My vehicle foreign (we the richest) I'm buried in foreign (WHOO! Let get it, get it)
I put all that on ery'thang (get it, get it), my niggas is some savages (WHOO! Get it, get it - BANG!)
{"M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music"}

 

[fox69]

"No Worries"

"No Worries"



God forgives, I don't
Yea yea yea

My bitch so mean, she bite down on my dick
I call her Roscoe Jet, she be ridin all of my shit
My mind stealin my money, my niggas still on my side
Ain't got no worries nigga, all we do is ride
Don't switch up like Pacquaio, still don't put my stacks down
Half a mill on Mayweather, I counted that on my crack count
So my T-shirt cost 15, my chain rare, 1.3
That's champagne I piss out, crystal, fuck Mick Romney
Top down in my 40, Double M, we tourin'
Goddamn my ass fat, my bank account enormous

You can look me in my face I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
See them sh-rooms keep me up I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitch think they're the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru, and all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry
I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi

You can look me in my face I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
See them sh-rooms keep me up I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there

 

[fox69]

"No. 1"
(feat. Trey Songz, Diddy)

"No. 1"
(feat. Trey Songz, Diddy)



[Diddy]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go

[Rozay]
Hello good morning tell me what the lick read, my cup full blowin on that good weed, my bitch bad tryna get her tipsy, in all black haters better miss me, my bitch ride better then most rappers, here's a Rose' toast to those rappers, I don't smoke no tobaccos but I smoke the most rappers, I got big tips for the waitress, bitch I got very little patience all the bitches different by the car load, you may wanna get a different auto, deep down ya main chick even wanna cum, everybody know my name I'm number 1 I'm number 1

[Chorus]
I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop [x2]

[Diddy]
I'm the first one to cut a new Phantom in half, first white two seater down fifth ave, first one to write a check in the earthquake, same muthafucka that'll make the earth shake, blowin money only way to make the earth spin, ya girlfriend caught up in my whirlwind, use to move white girl out in Maryland now my girlfriend blonde like Marilyn, we number we gettin mad more paper, aint nothin like bad boy paper we aint never gone stop

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Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they understand why I'm runnin this shit

[Rozay]
I'm a gang member, my gang called Bugatti boys ask ya main broad, the streets cold my wrist numb I do it big ask my income, the bigger I get the more you deflate, my niggas deal dope at a rebate, spit flows like its free base all the flows I can erase, I think I made neat goggles all my bottles sparkle I'm the only one she obey cus its only one Rozay

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Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit

[Trey]
You can say I'm on some new shit I be number 1 and you niggas can get the dueces, Maybach music play it in the coupes, Rick Rozay and Trey so stupid tryna find ya girl but I prolly made her lose it, body so tight and I know she get the lose-est, Virginia to the whole world you can get my old girl, catch me in Miami bout 4 girls tow girl I'm hot holla at me when the summer done never been where I'm coming from number 1

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Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they under
stand why I'm runnin this shit