Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Tears Of Joy"
(feat. Cee-Lo Green)

"Tears Of Joy"
(feat. Cee-Lo Green)



[Rick Ross - VERSE 1]
Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. begin...
Lookin in the mirror but I don't see much
Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much
Watching the snakes so they don't creep up
But the way I'm gettin dis money niggaz cant keep up
U niggaz cant keep up
Niggaz got beef but it cant be much
I'm still walking through the crowds like I cant be touched
Top back all black Gretzky puck
Ice skater little later might let me fuck
Damn, she might let me fuck
Last night I cried tears of joy
Wat did I do to deserve this
Vacheron on my wrist a year ago
I didn't even know that bitches exist
Quarter milli for the motherfucker
No insurance on a motherfucker
Ain't life a bitch, but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats
Biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my death
Yesterday I read my horoscope
Tell me lord will I be poor and broke
Tell me lord will I be dealing dope
I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes

[Chorus:]
Goodbye
To all the loved ones i leave behind
At least they can't see me cry
And i ask when someone wants to be me, why?
Thought having everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My god, I'm scared
I have tattooed tears of joy

[Rick Ross - VERSE 2]
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this
Young rich motherfucker still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it
GOD damn a nigga made it cremated in the church lord knows I'm blessed
5 different lawyers so you know I'm stressed
A punch in the face get you 300k
Ask glad now he back making minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that bitch vivica nice
And I'm still swimming in ice
I'm just living my life
I'm just living my life
Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate
Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch take her back to your place
Next mourning I can tell you how the pussy taste
I got expensive taste

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross - VERSE 3]
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmit Till
All the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my rolly its about that time
White man had a problem wit mine
And we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy)
The revolution still applies
Probably still on the rise

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ten Jesus Pieces"
(feat. Stalley)

"Ten Jesus Pieces"
(feat. Stalley)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
God forgives, He's so honorable
But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
You will not have that luxury

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I wake up excited, I made it through the night
Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature
I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
Count mills for the times that we had it hard
Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)
Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
Shopping for them Os when the mall close
Repping for your homies when they all gone
Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)
All black tees, ten gold chains
At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
Ten years strong in the same trap
Ten years blowing on that strong path
Lord knows that I wanna live right
But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
Lord what he got it rolled up in a rubber band
Holding on the forty in his other hand
Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
All these jewels on, all boys are nice
I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
Black card maxed out, damn black brother
White collar, black market
Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta
Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
Never blackmail a motherfucking killer
On trial and they wanna execute me
It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
True G to the core, feel my texture
A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Verse 4: Stalley]
Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean
Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back in
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
For the reason that I rhyme
And they say, cause I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine
Or even put it in a rhyme
It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards
But for now, I'ma wear these ten chains and floss

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Outro]
We untouchable...

Mi historia es complicada, pero al fin del día valió la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe.
My history is complicated, but at the end of the day, it was worth it, because now I'm working with the boss

Yo viví en Colombia y viví muchas cosas, me entiende?
I lived in Colombia and I lived a lot of things, you understand me?

Vi muertes… vi muertes… vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando después del colegio, con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle.
I saw deaths… I saw deaths… I saw bodies in the streets, bleeding after school, with 12, 13 years seeing these things in the streets

Y siempre quería venir para aquí otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue acá entendí mi propósito: hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre.
And I always wanted to come back here, and I came, and I worked because I had another mentality. And when I arrived here I understood my purpose: make money and be rich forever.

Dios perdona, yo no.
God forgives, I don't.

 

[fox69]

"The Boss"
(feat. T-Pain)

"The Boss"
(feat. T-Pain)



[Rick Ross - Intro (T-Pain)]
Ricky Ross (The Boss..)
T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss

[Rick Ross]
I don't make love, baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens
She leaked the back seat, just a freak and a Magnum
Hopped out the Magnum, hopped in the Tre'
Just to let the top back and thank God for the day (hey!)
Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight (geah)
Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs
She in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane
I'ma make it rain (rain), and I'ma make it back (back)
You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact
Workin wit the police, actin like you know me
Fresh out of jail, already in yo' ho cheeks

[Chorus]

[T-Pain]
The boss, boss-boss-boss
Boss-boss-boss, boss-boss-boss
The boss, boss-boss-boss
Boss-boss-boss, boss-boob-boss
And shawty straight diggin me, and I ain't even rich
I know you niggaz on the sideline like, "Ain't that a bitch?"
I'm ON my job, ey - and I ain't gettin off
Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss

[Rick Ross]
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far (Ross!)
Got the biggest cars, Spanish broads, no bra
Call that other lame for the walks in the parks
I ain't come to play games, I just wanna play my part
Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dog
We straight Gs' then we came here to ball
Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all
Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin off
Baby, slow it down cause you movin too fast
Ass too fine to be movin too fast (hol' up!)
Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin sizzurp
All my niggaz love it, baby that's my wizzerd
Stack for the jeans, five {?} for the shizzerts
I don't smoke twenties, eight hundred for the izzerds
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shones that's standin by the car

[Chorus]

[T-Pain - Outro]
Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
Eyyyy (YEAA) - uh-huh (Ha ha!) Yea-ea
Haaaah, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAA...

[Rick Ross]
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far

 

[fox69]

"The Devil Is A Lie"
(feat. Jay-Z)

"The Devil Is A Lie"
(feat. Jay-Z)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
Masterminds! We gon' get this forever
You know whenever we link up, my nigga
They think this shit comes from outer space or something
Nigga, let’s get this money nigga
Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet
Car seats still smelling like 10 ki's
Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase
Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
Say a nigga name and the car start
Nigga switching lane to lane like WalMart
Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
Back to the Benzo when the ends low
Switch my old bitch for my new bitch
Cause my new bitch something like a nympho
Fuck the game raw when I came in it
Getting money ever since I came in it
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Motherfucker cause the devil is a lie

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tithes
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I'm alive, the devil is a lie

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Two kings on the big screen
Niggas seen a 36 at 16
100k for the 16
Nigga's stick dirty but his dick clean
My money goin' on the deep end
Talkin' half a milli for the weekend
Contract like a nigga play defense
Curtains in the Maybach bitch peek in
Now the bitches wanna car hop
6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
Dope boys on the goal nigga
Went gold 6 times for a goal nigga
Black bottle and a bad bitch
Club all money where the cash is
Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
Top floor nigga Burj Khalifa

[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction
Is Hova atheist? I never fuck with True Religion
Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin'
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'
That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark side
Coulda got black list for the crack shit
White jesus in my crock pot
I mix the shit with some soda
Now black jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
East Coast, winnin' at life, nigga, cheat code
The hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throws
The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
Devil want these niggas hate they own kind
Gotta be illuminati if a nigga shine
Oh we can't be a nigga if a nigga rich?
Oh we gotta be the devil that's some nigga shit
You seen what I did to the stop and frisk
Brooklyn on the Barney's like we own the bitch
Give the money to the hood, now we all win
Got that Barney's floor lookin like a VIM
Black hoodie, black skully
Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully
Gettin white money but I'm still black
All these niggas claiming king but I'm still that
King Hova, Mansa Musa
Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya

[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]

 

[fox69]

"The Transporter"

"The Transporter"



One time for the niggas that's huggin' the block
Two times for the boys that's bubblin' rock
Three times for the G's including myself
Four times for the brothers that's reachin' the wealth
Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
Transporter I bought it myself
I bought it myself

Niggas major, taylor two's? the newest gators
Gangsta, I'm muthafuckin' Albert Anastasia
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
Snipers on the roof's for troops, that's for whom it concern's
Applaud the whore's abroad awaiting my return
Ressurected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns
Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
Sending sack city to city, be back in a couple days
Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin'll have all you local niggas starvin'

One time for the niggas that's huggin' the block
Two times for the boys that's bubblin' rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin' the wealth
Four times for the G's including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin'
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter

When I'm looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit it raw
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
Look into my closet then you know I love couture
Even more shoe collection too fly for the fucking floor
Shelves, Louis V in shelves
Shoot the fucking stylist we gon' find this shit ourselves
Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz
Black face black ben on stitching is a beast
They say the least I am extradinaire
Transporter yeah I bought it, yeah pistols in the air

Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
Sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin'll have all these local niggas starvin'

I got the thangs, I'mma tell ya once
Better have your money right, you won't see me for months

One time for the niggas that's huggin' the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin' rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin' the wealth
Four times for the G's including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin'
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter

 

[fox69]

"This Is The Life"
(feat. Trey Songz)

"This Is The Life"
(feat. Trey Songz)



[Intro - Rick Ross]
Billionaire yeah you feel me
I have your bitch lacin up my shoes homey
Rollin them L's up haha
Gettin Money

[Hook - Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin the dro from droppin
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
the love of watching boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near
Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my ear
Snitches stand clear can't no snichtes stand here
This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet every year
Take a picture canary stones so photogenic
No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go and get it
Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf
Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no
But I can't I get a rush blowin dough
I'm gettin bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough
This is the life I'm in a race to get money
This is the life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me

[Hook - Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin the dro from droppin
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
the love of watching boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Not that I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant
I'm a boss player check my laminents
I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland
White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline
She love ballplayers hate the dope boys
'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff George
Yea this the Superbowl of the street shit
It's all fast food my niggaz eat quick
When I seen a million it fucked up my life
Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights
Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives
I wouldn't it change for the world
This is the life

[Hook - Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin the dro from droppin
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
the love of watching boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm camptin in the Hamptons
Chillin in a playstation
'Cuz I'm playin with them chips that you ain't makin
I ain't fakin trap ain't
California razors keep me feelin Jamaican
The block backin the blunt burnin
I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners
Fine escorts for the GFE
Fine lip servers for the Triple C
Words rhymin best
Can't spell well but I define success
I sell well so I make a toast
The fallen comrades hold the bottles up
We standin tall fam

[Hook - Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin the dro from droppin
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
the love of watching boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life

 

[fox69]

"This Me"

"This Me"


[Intro - Rick Ross]
It's ?
Well acquainted with all the ? and all that shit
It's Ricky Ross the rich boss

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low
Real like Scott Storch all from the coke
Maybox were a dream now it's all real
It's hard to get sleep layin next to five mil
I'm still gettin chips I call 'em the guce bumps
Yeah Alexander vision I'm buildin like two Trumps
Steppin guce bumps I'm the main event
We got a pocket full of game brain it made me ten
Six bitches numbers on the same yacht
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
You see it these niggas livin of the past
I ran a hundred miles but I did it all with class
Hands of glass wrist all glass
Real on heron how long will the Cristal last
Champagne pours celebrate the curse
Hover above the laws with the mercy of the lawyers

[Hook - Rick Ross]
This me nigga
It's me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin money you can't miss me nigga
This me nigga
It's me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin money you can't miss me nigga

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
What's worse the ? from your homey
Tables turn fast I told you not to fuck me Tony
Started with the dishes ending with the digits
I had to cross friendship it's rules to the business
All the time with a sister like Gina
Beauty salon dream got the keys and the beamer
On the way to cheetahs pointing an army
Land my spaceship with the spoilers only

Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let 'em know how a nigga ride
Fo-fo and fo-five and six fo's
Half a pill two dime six hoes
I need a slice of the pie fo five six
As I throw my dice in the sky
Head crack nigga
Bread stack nigga
Convertible Bert yeah I let my hair back nigga

[Hook - Rick Ross]
This me nigga
It's me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin money you can't miss me nigga
This me nigga
It's me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin money you can't miss me nigga

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
Lamborghinis and Maseratis for mediocres
When the beats over back to the street, soldier
Call cold shoulders mike make me bring the heats over
When the beefs over might see the peach rover
We eats but we try to reach each quota
No soda Rolls roller one on her
Rodeo eighty gram one coda
Louis Vuitton bright sides don't want 'em

They trippin I'm drippin in Tiffany stones
Get a mop, Peter prop, I'm livin it homes
Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts
Four chains I'm puttin down with more work

[Hook - Rick Ross]
This me nigga
It's me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin money you can't miss me nigga
This me nigga
It's me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I'm busy gettin money you can't miss me nigga

 

[fox69]

"Thug Cry"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Thug Cry"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Hook]
I just wanna be the one
I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly

I'm a show you tonight
That I'm a put it on you baby
Take you past the sky...

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Wake up in the world and I'm just another nigga
Call it public housing when you next door to the killers
On them corners it gets better as you go
Grind that motherfucker 'till it's yellow brick road
Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse
On my knees praying, niggas shooting in the church
Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat
I lived on Billboard, where the fuck to go next?
Go against the odds, youngin' go and get a job
Another country boy they want back on the farm
So far from my goals but I'm close to my kids
Gon' cry for Mac Dre throwing up the Thizz

[Hook: Sample]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Well let me light one for my problems
Smoking on that loud, pumping up that volume
Get it cracking like an eggshell in this motherfucker make omelettes
Get a bad bitch that posts up like comments
They don't know what I been through, don't know what I'm going through
As long as I get through that's what I look forward to
Richer than a bitch but still I can't afford to
Let these niggas play with me need to be remorseful
I swear I got that silencer on that Mac 9 and I kill these niggas with silence
My head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giant
Can't trust none of these niggas, I murk one of these niggas
Then bury one of these niggas, still got dirt under my fingers, that
Ain't a threat that's a bet cause they coming at my neck like the best a man can get
To make a long story short I need a shoulder because the devil on one
The other one I'm looking over
Tunechi...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas hating like it's Salt Lake City
No tints on that pretty ass Bentley
Want you to know that them comments don't offend me
Cause your baby mama so friendly
I proceed with the plan, weed in my hand
Ciroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan
Money over bitches, first nigga with a wraith
Double M, we handle business
Cause them niggas getting raped
Go get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated
200 acres estates, a young nigga made it
Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed
Still lemon pepper on my motherfucking wings

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?

 

[fox69]

"Thumbin"

"Thumbin"



You know I had to fuck with my niggas, shit
Don't turn em up, this all I do, nigga
Touch money and touch bitches
Talk shit and swallow, spit

Huh, she is in low my hustle, the Lamborghini the Rory
I put TVs in the back say good drink ass in the Tarry, play with it
I'm blowing loud, smoking out the rap back
Tony Montana real estate, go check my lap back
I'm a back to back like we riding through Baghdad
Got a job and go play that bitch nigga back, back
I let her on the pole, I let her ride
I let her see some cake, I know I'm out of sight
Thumbin thru the check, thumbin thru the check
Three hundred on my wrist, swear to God I won't confess
Thumbin thru the check, thumbin thru the check
Three hundred on my wrist, another hundred on my neck

Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(Fuck 'em when I shoot, I dwear is what I do)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(I celebrate and finger fuck)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(Be my most everything I do since I was two)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(I don't know about you I don't what you gonna do)
Count on, count on
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
Is all I love to do
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
Is all I wanna do
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
All day, everyday

Thumb through the check, make sure it's adding up
Thumb thru to the check, rob a bank and bag it up
Thumb thru to the check, oh no, you ain't like that
Ain't no dear respect, make sure it ain't counterfeit
I gotta thumb thru to the check, may sure it correct
You know the nigga be playin gamble, we ain't going for that
Thumb thru the check, he planned, I paid the bounty
Quick a picker upper bitch, I'm from forty counter
Thumb through the check, on everything I love
You shake your bootie, go!
My favorite club the bootie club
Thumb to the check, I swear that shit so funge
That the hundred fifty twenties spend these 10000 warrants

Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(Fuck 'em when I shoot, I dwear is what I do)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(I celebrate and finger fuck)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(Be my most everything I do since I was two)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(I don't know about you I don't what you gonna do)
Count on, count on
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
Is all I love to do
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
Is all I wanna do
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
All day, everyday

I just did a million dollar, dumped it all in 60 seconds
Count it all with one hand, finesse and thumb will do the check
Brickfare, I phone through it, free Benz I thumb to
I'm sleeping, thumbing through the check
Got money in every room
Future up and put out thumb through checks, throw them down on you
Checking my pocket, she taller than you
Thumb thru the check, thumb thru the check
I just fucked your bitch, I don't get that hoe no check
7 thousand on my neck, that's another check
Pull up at the dealer, let them thumb thru check
Thumb thru the check, finesse, finesse, finesse
Thumb through it, blow through it, juke that shit right back

Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(Fuck 'em when I shoot, I dwear is what I do)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(I celebrate and finger fuck)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(Be my most everything I do since I was two)
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
(I don't know about you I don't what you gonna do)
Count on, count on
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
Is all I love to do
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
Is all I wanna do
Thumb thru the check, thumb, thumb thru the check
All day, everyday
Thumb thru to the check

 

[fox69]

"Touch'n You"
(feat. Usher & Omarion)

"Touch'n You"
(feat. Usher & Omarion)



Touch’n you, Touch’n you,
Ross, eh! what’s the problem with these rappers?
They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?
I mean there's a time and place for everything
Been thinking bout you all day
Right now, it's about that time
Touch’n you, touch’n you, touch’n you
Look how you turn me on baby
(you like when you talk to him, I mean for saying something)
Seeing is believing, USHER, baby
Turn the lights on

[Rick Ross]
She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip
In the gallery all I get is buy me this
Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn
Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan
Mean hustle got me chasing all this fast money
Balenciaga sneakers, now she touching cash money
So sexy in them all black and sepy heels
50 stacks in her bag so she know it’s real
Top off the Ferrari now we thugged out
Smoking on that Cali bumping 2Pac
It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number
Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over!

[Usher]
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Been thinking bout you all day
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Still can’t get my mind off your body
I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Cause nobody compares to your body
Every time you let me touch
Touch’n you, touch’n you
And every time you let me
Nobody compares to your body, yeah
Touch’n you, touch’n you

[Rick Ross]
I think I wanna put a ring on it
I think I wanna tat her name on me. (Tat, tat tatted up)
I had a lot of sexy women, but this is not the same for me
Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce
Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced
I love it when she speak a different language (papito!)
I touch her in so many different angles
Born stunna and my baby so stunning
Niggas want her, but she find them so funny
I’m getting money, living like the most wanted
She all I ever needed, now I think it's her body

[Usher]
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Been thinking bout you all day
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Still can’t get my mind off your body
I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Cause nobody compares to your body
Every time you let me touch
Touch’n you, touch’n you
And every time you let me
Nobody compares to your body, yeah
Touch’n you, touch’n you

[Rick Ross]
Pink champagne for my dime piece
In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece
In the streets you know I’m eating like a lion feast
Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things
Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle bizz
Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest
Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche
Killing all haters, showing no remorse
Knocking at the door, she recognize the voice
I’m not them other boys, she know I shine the most
She modeling a lot I know she on the go
Another bottle of Ciroc, baby let’s have a toast

[Usher]
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Been thinking bout you all day
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Still can’t get my mind off your body
I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
Touch’n you, touch’n you
Cause nobody compares to your body
Every time you let me touch
Touch’n you, touch’n you
And every time you let me
Nobody compare to your body, yeah
Touch’n you, touch’n you...