Rick Ross

[fox69]

"All I Really Want"
(feat. The-Dream)

"All I Really Want"
(feat. The-Dream)



[THE-DREAM]
All I want

[RICK ROSS]
Every time I call she just come
Cause every time I call she get to cum
Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done
When I used to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)

(radio killer)

It's not a dream baby

(radio killer killer killer)

Or is it a dream

[RICK ROSS]
She graduated from the school of arts
Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks
Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
Sophomore year had a 1st minaj
Met her in DC like "GO Barack"
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla fuck that
Better give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition baby girl a must have
My letters hinted on my mustache
The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass
Good dick may a chick wanna cut class
The way I'm knocking on the door they call it trespass
She my dime not the one I wanna curse at
Lookin fine real diamonds on a cutglass

[Chorus:]
People call you blind (people call you blind)
But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
Your all that's I'm my mind (oh yeah)
All you need is me girl

[Hook:]
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you [x4]

Who can hit it more faster
I'm talking authentic orgasms
Film that play it on a big plasma
Back to work just a little bit faster
She say life is a journey
I need mine just like my attorney
I get sued like a nigga switch shoes
Long money but he gotta a quick fuse
Ride slow but I'm in a quick car
Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture
Baby girl my money good
Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood
Time to give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition girl a must have
She shines like a diamond
Motivation for morning

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

Swade pea coat with the Gucci trim
Knew it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm tryna hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock add
Ain't nothing you can tell me
I'm on them hills like I'm Jonathan Kelsy
Told her friends that she felt me
We mad love through the love hate LP
You my Josephine baker
May need morphine the deeper that I take her
I'm a back breaker another text bracket
Benz maybach her
Green bay packer
My life a movie so tonight that's where to jack her

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

 

[fox69]

"All The Money In The World"
(feat. Raphael Saadiq)

"All The Money In The World"
(feat. Raphael Saadiq)



You know Get Money?
Becoming the young Chamillionaire.
Good sight of the things that is important to him.
OLYMPICKS
I’d never trade my old girl for all the money in the world.
I’d never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world.
I’d never trade my only boy for all the money in the world.
I put my last name first!
I can hear my Daddy saying, “Lil’ nigga go get ‘em!”
Passed in ’99 cancer all up in his liver.
Shit- difference is now (his?) son’s a lil richer.
I’d never rap again if I could tell him that I miss him.
Why the fuck I own the world when I can’t share it with him?
Bust his ass, so I just want to break bread with him.
Crying in my mansion as I’m holdin on his picture.
It’s a golden moment world, I’m flyin’ solo on you niggas.
Being the only boy = definition of a man.
All the money is the world still not a big enough as his.
Still all the money in the world still not big enough as his.
For me to turn my back on me being the man that I am.
Turn off the lights (Turn on the lights),
Take a ride with me. (Take a ride with me.)
I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile),
It’s a fantasy (It’s a fantasy).
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
Momma gettin older feelin pains in her shoulder.
I gotta stay focused and remain a little soldier.
Brace a few wishfuls and the streets begin the whisper.
Praying for you niggas still stocking up my pistols.
Lil nigga getting murdered and buried in all white.
8th grade school you all thinking it’s alright.
Trying to figure out where I’m going with my life.
As I’m stepping on the brake and hangin’ a sharp right.
Did my thing in the streets, seen in the streets see me at the park on the swing with my niece.
Watch chipped up, still won’t switch up.
First damn thing, and so you gotta turn that bitch up.
Turn off the lights (Turn on the lights),
Take a ride with me. (Take a ride with me.)
I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile),
It’s a fantasy (It’s a fantasy).
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
Oh Man- When I close my eyes I can see you about a million times.
Its true over and over (over and over).
Yea- I did it again, it kinda makes me laugh cause you’re the one that put me on this map.
I guess I gotta keep moving strong.
I feel like I can’t go wrong.
(Because I can hear you talking with me.
I can hear you talking to me.
I know you hear them saying LaLa La La Laa –
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
Come and take a ride with me.
I really wanna take a walk wit’ you.
It’d be cool to have a drink with you, think with you… take a ride with meee.
There’s so much to say, old memories wont go away…go away… go away… go away…
(yea yea yea yea)
Old memories won’t go away not never never like it was yesterday…
that time never felt so good, never forget about you never never would.
Old memories won’t go away not never never like it was yesterday…
that time never felt so good, never forget about you never never would.
Old memories won’t go away not never never like it was yesterday…
that time never felt so good, never forget about you never never would.
Say you never never would (Say you never would).
Just can’t forget about you, No No no no.
You know I never would and I never could and don’t think that I can never ever could and don’t think I can..
I know you’d understand…woo ooo.
Rose-ay

 

[fox69]

"Amsterdam"

"Amsterdam"


[Intro]
Maybach shit!
Cameras in the ceiling, Céline on my arm
We get Ghosts, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit!

[Verse 1]
Bright lights and dark corners, it's night embark on us
Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
Now the same cat drive in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil
These boys going blind, they just happy being free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all deceased
These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind

[Hook]
I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo set that boy up in the piece [?]
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through the beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

[Verse 2]
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch
The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish
All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you, as long as you're getting rich
Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a nigga pocket change
These niggas acting like they want a war!
When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch, where yo Honda Accord?
I'm riding in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn't claim the hood til you build a report
Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour
I'm laughing at the people who label me poor
Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was porn

[Hook]

[Outro]
I'm speaking on unwritten laws - the code of the streets
I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
And do what the fuck you want to do
Niggas like me, you gotta get permission homie!
And that could take a long time!
In that time, I'ma handle my muthafuckin' business...
Ruugh! Ruugh!

It's the Red Light district, nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the fuck I'm at
It's a no go
We green-light, you bitch niggas
Rozay!

 

[fox69]

"Ashamed"

"Ashamed"


[Verse 1]
Got on my darkest shades, this man is made
Inherit no riches, Jehovah's my witness
Physical fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales producing the product
Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
They wanna know names, they toting em thangs
Never wanted the fame, just wanted a Range
I needed some change, mama needed a raise
She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage
I'm feeling the same, all these criminals paid
Wearing Bally's and gold, I'm selling dope shameless to say
And maybe one day I could put this pain away
Until then I'ma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
I'm ashamed to say
Until then I'ma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say

[Hook (x2)]
(Honey, it's shameless
Shameless, what you've done)
Until then I'ma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
Until then I'ma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say

[Verse 2]
Before I was a fetus, had the genes of a leader
I mean look at my features, educated my teachers
I was calling them plays, you were still in the bleaches
Booby gave me the game, change to give me some sneakers
Now I'm roaming the block, car missing the top
Meaning missing a roof, hope you listening y'all
I was dealt a few blows, I felt a few lows
Even shed a few tears, I traveled that road
Went from walking on gravel, now I'm riding on vogues
50M's in the bank, I get me 200, I'm gone
Still so close to the hood, I'm ashamed to say
All the money in the world can't take this pain away
It's just another story at the campfire
Court side seats with the franchise
I think about my niggas doing 25
Shining bright, who am I for you to criticize?

[Hook (x2)]
(Honey, it's shameless
Shameless, what you've done)
Until then I'ma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
Until then I'ma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say

[Verse 3]
I'm smoking psychedelics, I hustle like a felon
Hottest record label, but still in all I'm chilling
Not a crack in my voice, this young nigga so poised
First I stack some money, then go to war with them boys
Anybody can get it, hand this man here some tissues
Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols
Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues
These emotional niggas, and most of them killas
They moving in silence, but they follow your Twitters
These the games that they play, they study your Instagram pictures
See I live by the code, that the mafia wrote
When he ran his mouth, me I'd rather smoke
I'd rather listen, he had to ask permission
I had to make a way, I had to add commission
Until this day I'm slain, the commission remains
Now I'm worth over a billion, I'm ashamed to say

[Hook (x2)]
(Honey, it's shameless
Shameless, what you've done)
Until then I'ma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
Until then I'ma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say

 

[fox69]

"Ashes To Ashes"

"Ashes To Ashes"


[Chorus:]
Smoking and ride
And I ain’t trying to hide it
We will get high tonight
Cause I am hooked on a feeling (ah ah ah aaaah)
Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
It’s nothing but the best straw last drop
Make you feel like you can fly
Do you do you do you
Do you wanna fly tonight?

[Verse 1:]
Opa-laka airport talking G6
It’s me baby girl straight G shit
No disrespect but really you ain’t see shit
To your 40.000 feet with a weekend
I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
Hit her from the back fly over New Orleans
She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Rose petals turned into YSL
So, ghetto but she turned me into jama shell
Bad bitch I am talking up in town
Couple nigger she always fucked around
But the bond that we share nothing would compare
When I bought my first beamer I swear that bitch was there
Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
Down payment and even all cover the tax

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
It’s all or nothing not to kill niggaz
It’s a full time job not to kill niggaz
My bones so bless all the real niggaz
So, many houses stress fo' real niggaz
I was on when my haters turned to ashes
dead N gone, with her passion
Am I wrong? Never kissed no assses
With and one is the reason we run the streets and take care of your home
N niggaz betta put tee's first
Bad karma layer niggers put me on work
Fuck harvard N voulenteers that wanna appear first
Old charges, shorty she want it her titties done
With a certain doctor
New apartment in the innercity,smokin out
I'm gonna atlest gonna atlest smoke an ounze
I left this shit, niggaz not affraid to tell
Come and work for the boss,You know I am paying well

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Aston Martin Music"
(feat. Drake, Chrisette Michele)

"Aston Martin Music"
(feat. Drake, Chrisette Michele)



[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle:]
Vibing to the music this is how we do it all night (all night)
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook - Drake:]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether that's right I will never know
But here goes nothing.

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call?
My dime bitch one that live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
A lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose
Exotic red bottoms so body glittered in gold
Following fundamentals and following in a rental
I love a nasty girl that swallows whats on the menu
My money triples up when you get it out of state
I need a new safe cause I'm running out of space
Elory Jetson I'm somewhere out of space
In my two seater she's the one that I would take

[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in the drop top chicken box
Mr. KFC bps is in the watch
Living fast where its all about the money bags
Never front you take there and never come back
Top down right here is where she wanna be
As my goals unfold right in front of me
Every time we fuck her soul takes a hold of me
I dig it like pokey the pussy be controlling me
That thang keep calling
Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep BALLIN
Pink bottles keep coming
James bond coupe pop clutch 100

[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]

[Hook - Drake]

[Drake Rapping]

I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up witcha?
I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to

Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit

I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?
I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck wit
Fuck is up?

Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
23 and goin' through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
Aston Martin Music Music (Aston Martin Music, Music)

All night (All night)

[Hook - Drake]

 

[fox69]

"Audio Meth"
(feat. Raekwon)

"Audio Meth"
(feat. Raekwon)



[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, this your brother Raekwon right here
Roset special, what up?
Fourth floor, no doubt, corridor, it's filled with all kinda whores
(Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
So addictive, so addictive
I'm addicted to V-12 Benzes
The rush of audio meth it comes instant
Every breath I take I pay inches
So addictive, so addictive
I'm addicted, canary yellow diamonds
Chinese AK's that shoot silent
Most gangstas choose to die violent

[Raekwon]
Diamond up Eagle G, diesel weed slinging needles
Heroin drawer from my cerebral
Paint artist, lace you and started, and tarnish everything on you
Take you out your jewels, now undress
New York savages, hunt scavenges
Son, get his address, macking a Jag, the nigga asked for this
Play low, my killas, they say go
Catch him in snake mode, bite him, then jump in a gray boat
Dope verse fresh in the blow store, coming out heat first
So when we meet, it's a deep thirst
Winners take winners, we invest
Keep it on the up and up, just like Khaled, we the best, nigga

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
The Maybach parallel, see this caramel
Fly as Aramel, Killa Beez parasail
The luger black, the brick white
The boy brown, good night
Coupe red, streets dark
Scare snakes out the grass when the trees spark
Backwoods, no white boys
Moving white better look out for them white boys
Got a white Beemer, got a white six
White man's will to suck a big black dick
Got a nigga down the street down to murder something
Couldn't have nothing, shit now he work or something

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)"
(feat. Styles P)

"B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)"
(feat. Styles P)



I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, halleluiah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

My Rolls Royce triple black
I'm iche hoe,
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm miche hoe
Rosé that's my nickname
Cocaine running in my big vain
Self made you just affiliate
I build the ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers nothings been authenticated
Funny you claiming the same bitch that I'm penetrating
Hold the bottles up where my comrades
Where the fucking felons, where my dawns at
I got that entrebunker and it's so white III
jussssst might charge you double.

I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, halleluiah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

These mother fuckers mad that I'm icey,
Stunt so hard make them come and night me
I think I'm big meech look at my time peace
It anodomere hundred wrecks at least
Look at yourself now look at me
You cant see a nigga I'm what you you use to be
Look at it this way you niggaz side ways
Always getting money my nigaaz time pace
So fuck a nigga I'm self made
You a sucka nigga I'm self paid
This for my broke niggas
This for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga

I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

[Styles P rap]
.....

I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, halleluiah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
getting work, hallelujah,
one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

 

[fox69]

"Bands"
(feat. Whole Slab)

"Bands"
(feat. Whole Slab)



Bands a make her dance [x6]

[Hook: x2]
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks poppin' pussy
I'm just poppin' bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands

She sweet as my swisha when I know she get richer
Take you shopping for hours just for my instagram pictures
Listen: bands a make her dance
Mills a make me move
For years I paid my dues, now I'm paid to wear my shoes
Reeboks for the weak, I rocks with the streets
Over time to the bees, haters give em swish cheese
If I gave em a jar he'd smoke powder for me
Gotta pull double shifts just to count all my cheese
Swag

You want this money bitch?
Come and get it ho
Racks in the air, bands on the floor
Now dance on the money, that's a money rug
She got her titties be as shots and time to tuck
She bad as fuck, I'm turnin up
I'm hard in the pen
Ya'll be bad dick and ratched hoes, the whole Slab case
Bands a make her, 50 make her fuck
That ice would make her bite
That coup will make her suck

[Hook: x2]
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks poppin' pussy
I'm just poppin' bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands

Pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card, that's my lil nigga
Make a movie with yo bitch steven spielnigga
Smokin on keish cole, give me chills nigga
What's your real name and not your stripper name
I make it rain on ya like a window pane
Bands a make her dance
Tunechi make her cum
Hit it from the side like a motherfucking bass drum
2 hoes on 1 fucking pole
2 hoes on my fucking pole
I don't tip II pay bills bitches call me buffalo
Her stomach in and her ass out
I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waiting on my bitch to cash outtttt

[Hook: x2]
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks poppin' pussy
I'm just poppin' bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands

(2 Chainz!)
2 Chainz, four bracelets
Let me see that ass clap, standing ovation (TRU)
If yo girl don't swallow kids, man that ho basic
Got two bitches with me: take a shot at one ho, using her friend for a chaser
(Bands a make her bust it) Buss it!
(Let me see you touch it) Touch it!
Money talk, you ain't got none, end of discussion! (Damn!)
(Bands a make her do it) Do it!
(Pocket full of money) Money!
Young nigga gettin' head while tha engine runnin' (Errrgh!)
Let me see you wiggle, do it for a real nigga (Yeay!)
I be laughing to the bank, all you do is giggle
Ballin' in my coupe, call it sports car
Drop the top and freaky treat that bitch just like a pornstar!

[Hook: x2]
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks poppin' pussy
I'm just poppin' bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands

 

[fox69]

"Betty Stout"
(with Birdman)

"Betty Stout"
(with Birdman)



[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Indictment will take a life line to take a lifetime
For them equal fees, your money better be like mine
The feds offer a twenty, he was still in denial
With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn't make a sound
Indictment will take a life line to take a lifetime
For them equal fees, your money better be like mine
The feds offer twenty, he was still in denial
With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn't make a sound
Chocking of the 'facts, eyes full of tears
The mama's only son just got his cell fifty years
And the game don't stop, baby mama still fuck
The discovery fit an angel, would've killed, fuck
Now you can't cry, you're through your old flicks
Brother on your daddy's side now fucking your main bitch
Appeal been denied, no fulfillment in life
It's the life of the party popping pills in the night
Now it's five by seven, knives and weapons, lies and deception
Lose your life in this sector

[Hook: Birdman]
See the game, what's the price
High rolling was the dice
Money like a motherfucker, shot 'em all night
Situation bad, pistol on his ass
Come up hard, we had to mash on the gas
Muscle was the come up, gang was the struggle
Came from nothin', made something into bubble
Did it real big just for the hustle
Got a lot of it on another level

[Verse 2: Birdman]
The precious jewels, what's the price? your loving life
We did it right and got rich up on the hot lights
Aren't you the hustle, new above the times
So we did it a little time, got back up on the grind
New about the soldiers, raise from the soldiers
Gave 'em all the game, how to be a high roller
Duckin' fucking people with this presidential sight
Got a bitch that night, put her on the same flight
The same type of nigga that would put it in her life
Talk from the old G to head five stripes
You is just a fiend just like a dope fiend, shoot up in your veins
Nigga clean with a triple beam
Higher than life, green on a candy slab
Take a shower, what's jumping off the duffle bags

[Hook]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
We the biggest hustlers in the game
Rick Ross, Birdman, DJ Khaled