Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Bible On The Dash"

"Bible On The Dash"


[Verse 1:]
Slanging girlie in the morning early got the cash to rush
MOB and that's a must, COD I got no trust
And I be b mf'n a million won't last a month
All I need is one PNC and that's enough and
And I ain't even cranked up yet but bet I'm gassin up
When my prada pressed that pedal bitch you better fasten up
I exhale ash the blunt inhale a hundred tons
Not even a hundred one, couldn't bring back how it was
When M brick was 17 and you ain't had to rob your plug
Man rapping was an art now this shit a joke
Catch a couple dollar few jewels and some pussy
I'm getting a little too power drunk now I'm on that bullshit

[Hook: x2]
I got a problem and a plan
Revolver in my hand
Tryin' to keep it cold
Bitch y'all won't understand
That's why I roll
That's why I roll with the bible on the dash
That's why I roll
That's why I roll with the bible on the dash

[Verse 2:]
Cuttin corners on coronas
Tryin' to buck up on a bonus
Out here on my lonely last stoggie,
But I'm focused now I know
Friends parallel to foe
And all that good pussy leave you parallel and broke
I aksed the pastor what's the fastest way to heaven
For a bastard with a tonish past
Give me a honest answer
With all this Hannah Montana without the arm and hammer
Am I gonna get the slammer or the casket
Tryin' to keep a level head rolling on this rocky road
It's a full time gig trying to keep this glock poled
I got the work, water and the pot need a hot stove
Vendor down as bitch in a squad down the road

[Hook: x2]
I got a problem and a plan
Revolver in my hand
Tryin' to keep it cold
Bitch y'all won't understand
That's why I roll
That's why I roll with the bible on the dash
That's why I roll
That's why I roll with the bible on the dash

 

[fox69]

"Billionaire"

"Billionaire"


Trilllaaaaa...
BOSSSS
Yeah, trilla, feels good baby
BOSSSS,
I done took over the game nigga,
Hoppin' out the Bugatti with my Ballys on
No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted to nigga
Jay-Z wuddup nigg !
Uh, yeah
Let me f**k with 'em right now

[Verse 1]
Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap), leave me in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks)
They jealous of the fortune, the glitz and the fame my cocaine mortgage,
In the game like tony parker, snow white range and my partner pocket,
I'm back on them thangs thats my only problem, homie i put that only mamma.
Still rollin' with the 4 5th now that i'm rich got these broke niggas so sick,
And my daughters college pre paid, she straight - say thanks to the d game!, in that phantom
On that tupac, ridin' through the ghetto like i'm lookin' for a new spot, nawwt. but i'm well
Established, i f**k with heroin cause it sells the fastest.

[Chorus]
I'ma ride bout mine, and i wouldn't tell a lie,
Take it out of town go and get my money right.
And if it ain't bout cash, i don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
If it ain't 'bout cash i don't really care,
I'm straight 'bout cash,
I'm a hood billionaire.

[Verse 2]
Uh, boss
A bitch try to stick me,
Just cause you f**k me don't mean you can kiss me, naww
I only f**k with the O.G.'s, the ones that won't turn you in to the police,
On the run, I'm through with nigga four keys
I.d.'s, passports it was so sweet (they lookin' baby!)
Front yard still a carshow, bugatti, the gotti and my rocko
I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, prince is a ?
To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feeling for me to be loved
Haters want to murder me and i can smell a hit,
So its music to my ears everytime i feel a clip,
I'm a card shark up in a hard rock, 20 grand a hand baby jam in the ipod?

[Chorus]
I'm a ride 'bout mine, and i wouldn't tell a lie,
Take it out of town go and get my money right.
And if it aint 'bout cash, i don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
If it aint 'bout cash i don't really care,
I'm straight 'bout cash,
I'm a hood billionaire.

[Verse 3]
Boss
Hit a hundred grand in a day damn
Whip that white girl just like k-fed
Got me a white girl, i f**k til her face red,
Yeah her food tastes bad, but she givin great head,
Please let me say that, i really love a fat ass
Take her to the dealer ship, and shecan she can get that
My heart in the ghetto, i'm married to the projects
I ride with AR, incase a nigga start shit

[Chorus]
I'm a ride bout mine, and i wouldn't tell a lie,
Take it out of town go and get my money right.
And if it aint bout cash, i dont really care
I'm straight bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
If it aint bout cash i dont really care,
I'm straight bout cash,
I'm a hood billionaire.

 

[fox69]

"Birthday"
(feat. Diddy)

"Birthday"
(feat. Diddy)



[Intro:]
God Forgives I don't, Gold
MMG Tour, Leave the money on the scale
How real is dat?

[Verse 1:]
It's Been a minute since I been to church
Psalm 27 can I spit a verse
Preyin on the weak, I should send some flowers
I'm layin in the sheets, I'm well endowed
Time to get the money steve forbes got
I'm slowly climbing up, delete your spot
Net worth nigga hoes love to google me
Heavy Jewlery, swimmin trunks on Laguna beach
Condo on Park Ave, The mansion in Boca
20 bedrooms, My shit beiiger den oprahs
Dreams and Nightmares Yeah I'm still havin those
Side effects for niggas livin like animals
Tequila Cup, Cake for a Kingpin
Black Bar Mitzfah niggas ain't seen shit
Obama Fundraiser, All Dope boys
Blow ya candle out so on and so forth
Boyz in da Hood, nigga game ain't change
I done made love wearin eight chains
Step to my enemies, tattoo all of my memories
Use the Project ground for my assemblies
I respect the tenant, don't step on my tennis
Follow chain and command, Gunplay my lieutenant

[Hook:]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

[Verse 2:]
She got a big booty so I call him big booty
West movie, couldn't get into it
I'm in the kitchen, yea I'm's everywhere
Jamaya juice, I got bands everywhere
You the realest nigga breathin if I hold my breath
Referee with a whistle, hold his tat
Extendo clip (Extendo clip)
Extendo roll (Extendo roll)
When your girl lead mission at your house alone
Hell we killin, goin on a chopathon
See I don't have my balls in Pakistan
Dope bomb, Joe Bomb and I peel bomb
See nigga I've been balling you in real Kong
When I die bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die bury me inside the jewelry store
True to my religion, to everything I'm too different
So when I die bury me next to 2 bitches

[Hook:]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

[Verse 3:]
Ahhh easy easy how you do it hah
It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy hah
She holding out, she ain't give it to the needy hah
You go down stairs and fall asleep with your TV on
Drop in the other 10 years, you deserve a menage
Specially if you put that BMW in er garage
Specially if you made a couple beemers on her mama crib
Went to her niece's graduation, man I hate those kids
Last birthday she got you a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss and tell er do better
She said how bout I get you jewelry from the west in?
How bout she hit he west in and get a best friend?
I'm jokin, I'm just serious, I asked er
Don't be actin like no actress
If we preach it then we practice
Don't be reachin, don't be touchin shit
We in Kanye West Benz cause our wheel turn you back, you a pedestrian

[Hook:]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

It's your birthday, it's your birthday
Bad bitch contest, you win first place
You win first place, you win first place
Bad bitch contest, you win first place

I show up with a check to your work place
Then hand he valet the keys to the Merces
Tell the DJ play your song, this should come up uh
When I'm seein from the back I can't front er on
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die bury me inside the booty club
Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
I might switch it up and get your girl

[Hook:]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

Deucy yay
We like Snoop and Dre
And this your birthday baby
You deserve a coup that drag

You win first place, you win first place
Bad bitch contest, you win first place

 

[fox69]

"Black Man’s Dream"
(feat. Ludacris)

"Black Man’s Dream"
(feat. Ludacris)



[Ludacris - Chorus]
See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride
See batman, cruisin' in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends yeah
I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream
[repeated]

[Rick Ross]
Punish all these niggas
Fucking all these bitches
Buying every diamonds, every weapon in existance
Terminator x, I'm a public enemy
Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy
Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily
Sex, money, murder, I'm investing all my energy
Billionaire eventually, hustler of the century
Source Cover, man of the year, envy me
One for the money, two for the hoes
Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose
Smile for your camera while your whole face froze
Stack up all them bodies I'mma whole case load
Middle of December I will melt your fucking snow
While my price is high, I will get you dealt with for the low
Black man's World, white man drugs
No discrimination for my Mexican bloods

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Check me out, it go one for the money
Two for the hoes
Three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose
Nigga roll it with precision
And fuck an intervention
I'm the boss muthafucker don't need nobody permission
You can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens
Girl, face upon my lap, that's a head on collision
We find out who been snitching these niggas come up missing
Yeah the chopper see right through it got x-ray vision
Now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen
Get your money than get out, you better make the right decision
Or you might be clanking metal maybe swimming with the fishes
But I guess it's do or die for these black man riches
So I bought myself a Rover and a Bemmer for the mrs
Chrome lips all on the whip and yeah that bitch be blowing kisses
Now some niggas may not like me cause I never flip the bird
But these niggas gon respect me mark my muthafucking words

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Blessing In Disguise"
(feat. Scarface & Z-Ro)

"Blessing In Disguise"
(feat. Scarface & Z-Ro)



[Verse 1: Scarface]
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple my kinfolk
Call it what I'm living like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight
My mind like, game recognize that
Real recognize real, steel .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop running
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
Down the innocent, and then the beginning ends
You was doing 50 in the 35, the ending is
You fit the description of the subject in this incident
We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'
Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
Could it be that maybe God is intervenes
With my life like he did so many times in between
A half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me, think
I've been knowing Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman yelling
Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it

[Hook: Z-Ro]
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll
I need that

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Can't even believe this day here, my nigga
I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Cracks in the wall, standing in the puddle
Sunny south Florida, a cold motherfucker
Ready for a war, barely wanna talk
Ballys on, my nigga, as they walking back and forth
Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers
Raymond passed away, here's something for his mother
It never is enough, trying to show her that I love him
We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies
Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw
Niggas getting robbed, the only shit that we can solve
We all wanna get it, ball for a minute
Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it
Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us
Keep your face clean when you're out here bending corners
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than the ages
When you parking all your cars, they wanna know the payments
Rose petals stripping on the casket
Baby boy done grew into a bastard
On that lean, you know I fuck her fantastic
Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic
Took shots, shed tears, that's war
Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall
Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross: big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys

[Hook]

[Outro: Z-Ro]
I need that

 

[fox69]

"BLK & WHT"

"BLK & WHT"


[Hook:]
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Nigga crib so big it's a damn shame
Nigga's selling white for a gold chain

[Verse 1:]
I've been trained to go since a young nigga stepped off the porch
Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork
I've been trying to hold it down with these niggas living so foul
Grunting out on niggas intent of knocking ya down
Bang - your window shattered like it never mattered
You moving weight, your pockets getting fatter
It's politics when it come to sticks
See mass of blood, nigga want a brick
My money funny, but you gotta love it
High heel thugging in Magic City, these bitches fucking
Your homie doing tax since they call it fraud
I'm in and out of traffic, still moving hard

[Hook:]
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

[Verse 2:]
Take a look at me, I'm trapping
No excuses, I'm stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred
Them 100 making the magic blow
A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways
Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave
Make my headstone read "head of MMG"
That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see
Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don
Too close to a nigga as a motherfucking bomb
Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target
Bitch niggas hating, tell me it's what I'm parking
Wingstop owner, lemme pepper aroma
Young, black nigga, barely got a diploma

[Hook:]
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

[Verse 3:]
Showing 'til the day I die, I'm a look up at the sky
Young trap star, reap, the world is mine
Proceeding with my grind like police is on my line
Instagramming shit for all the teachers I despised
Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended
Now my white bitches be fucking me 'til I'm windy
Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe
If your ass wasn't rapping, what would you be?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Blow"
(feat. Dre)

"Blow"
(feat. Dre)



[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre)):]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
more money means more dough to blow (blow)
more money means more dough to blow (blow)
more money means more dough for blow

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context
Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest
Ross, stranded on the death row
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the jet, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into Real Estate, and the realest state of mind
We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime
I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind

[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre))]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands
? off fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
All soft balls, all bases covered man
More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts
I see the vision, from club vision to preface
I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes
Baby girl, come talk with the boss
I pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick your shoes off

[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre))]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
We don't take you for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)
This your last chance (to hop up in that big car)
with the Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far)
This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre)) x2]

 

[fox69]

"Boss"
(feat. Dre)

"Boss"
(feat. Dre)



[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 1:]
As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala
She ain't gotta speak cuz my speakers let her know that I'm ballin
They call me the boss, I be calling the shots
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin alot
That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's
Not the flats but the fish cuz they just swim
New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, wipe em down
Now get back on your two step
Stunting is boss
Shining is boss
Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss
That dime a boss, She fine as a house
And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss

[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 2:]
I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes
My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle
Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me
Oh no, cuz of my chain
Cuz of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring
Cuz I'm a boss, I'm a spend it
I'm a floss, I'm a winner
You the loss, all these niggas
Sprinkle soft cuz im the pepper and the salt
Whatcha feel, whatcha like
Whatcha want, what's your type
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
Cuz I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross
If u buy, if u spend it, fuck the cost
You's a boss, You a boss

[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 3:]
Before the block got whipped
And they Pistol got ripped
Before u got any chips
You got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid
26's on the old school
Pro tools session
Got the old school ho's
Acting brand new sweating
Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage
Two a day, super pay
Stupid brain from a model
Triple c a hundred deep
And everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp
Full of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason
I'm the boss

[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

 

[fox69]

"Bossy Lady"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Bossy Lady"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



[Rick Ross (Talking)]
To deal with a dude like me baby, you gotta be the HBIC,
The Head Bitch in Charge calling all the shots baby,
Can't be scared to gamble, gotta role the dice,
(Feel Me) Scared money don't make none

[Verse 1 (Rick Ross)]
Shawty look I know my ego looking 40 foot,
Big chain not talking bout the naughty look,
Mind guardedness' I'm going for the sparty look, he young and rich and bitch that go without an argument, my kicks
Brown now I'm looking for Rihanna nem, smoke junkie kush funkier than Parliament,
what's the problem then, girl fuck ya apartment, move in with me on the beach now you top ten, you could do the spa, see the new ?,
these my feelings and I'm really feeling who you are, baby light brown, with the right smile, first lady and she ready for the white house

[Chorus (Ne-Yo)]
Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to,
Everyone knows you're the boss's girl,
My diamond, envy of all your friends,
These moves that we're making, got us on top of the world, you're the boss's girl, oooh,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl

[Verse 2 (Rick Ross)]
Stretch limonzines, tall waterfalls, valley at the crib, my cars I love'em all, boss lady she the head bitch in charge,
she ask for head first so she gets it off the top, champagne pop, rubber band knots, ? millionaire,
I know that other man not, let her call the shots, she want me on the top, and the way I want it It'll be a month before I stop,
kinda walk funny, stumble out the pad, snap of her finger niggas picking up her tab, walking through the mall,
got me carrying her bags, I gotta pause cause the mutherfucker bad

[Chorus (Ne-Yo)]
Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to,
Everyone knows you're the boss's girl,
My diamond, envy of all your friends,
These moves that we're making, got us on top of the world, you're the boss's girl, oooh,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl

[Verse 3 (Rick Ross)]
Cruising down Collins, knocking Trick Daddy, when I'm upset all my niggas trigger happy, do me a favor, watch your behavior,
cause them insanes will send you straight to your savior, looking at my savings baby I can save ya,
take ya para-sailing straight to Jamaica, ya man a bot? boy, what the bumble clot, you deserve better, 6 car garage,
come in late night,? airport, as I take flight, I'm your air jordan, we the world champs, come and ball with us,
gotta take my time when I put it all in her.

[Chorus (Ne-Yo)]
Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to,
Everyone knows you're the boss's girl,
My diamond, envy of all your friends,
These moves that we're making, got us on top of the world, you're the boss's girl, oooh,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl

 

[fox69]

"Brimstone"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T)

"Brimstone"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T)



[Intro:]
Hey dog, we always been self made men you feel me? So you know what I'm sayin', Ross could stand on his own you feel me? So just keep goin' dog hit that billionaire status. And you know when I get there dog, you know what I'm sayin', we're gonna sit back and eat fish dinners. No crab meat, you know what I mean?

[Hook 1 - Big KRIT:]
I say lord, lord lord lord lord
I pray I don't be here
When it all goes down, when it all goes down
I say lord, lord lord lord lord
I pray I don't be here
When it all goes down, when it all goes down
There'll be hard times, and then some
Fire, and brimstones
Devil world from which you came
I pray that God will know my name
There'll be hard times, and then some
Fire, and brimstones
Devil world from which you came
I pray that God will know my name
I say lord, lord lord lord lord

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
Lord lord lord lord
I remember hard times always found a way to smile
It was quiet, Christmas time, no pretty lights around the house
They told me I was loud, didn't fit into they crowd
Mama need a spouse, Daddy always in and out
Age 15 so the caged bird sings
One year later seen a straight bird clean
All glitters ain't gold
These evil niggas prayin' for your soul
Walkin' through the fire, Hell on God's green Earth
Take a seat, close your eyes, bow your head, say chuch

[Hook 2 - Big KRIT:]
Lord, lord lord lord lord
I pray I don't be here
When it all goes down, when it all goes down
There'll be hard times, and then some
Fire, and brimstones
Devil world from which you came
I pray that God will know my name
I say lord, lord lord lord lord

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
Lord lord lord lord
I'm sittin' in the trap and now done did it with the best
Pull a double shift it's time to get your boy some rest
Money on my mind, alcohol on my breath
On the road to riches as I stumble every step
Gold on my arm, gold on my neck
But what's in my heart I will cherish till the death
Same rainy days, but things never change
Prayin' to my maker just to take away this pain
Walkin' through the fire, Hell on God's green Earth
Take a seat, close your eyes, bow your head, say chuch

[Hook 1 x2 - Big KRIT]

[Outro:]
And I'd love to see that movie man, I know your only gonna get bigger. You know so, when y'all see me in the pictures on the yacht though, when I'm lookin' at the pictures on the yacht and I'm seein' my homies on yachts that they own you know what I mean? It's like okay, this what the movies been about from day one. You know a lot of times people misinterpret it, as far as the Carol City Cartel, the [?] and think it was just violence. It wasn't never about violence, it was all about survival and gettin' that position. So now, you know this the platform we had to use - this call is from a federal prison - now dudes get in position and we love that position because we love to win. And we gonna continue to win, as long as we breathin'. You know what I'm sayin'? And our kids gon' win, and they kids gon' win because this what it's bout'. You know what I mean? So you already know fam, the big homie, it's just, you know what I'm sayin', a product of his environment who used his environment to get in position and if a person don't like that then they don't like success dog. Because, you know, we ain't gon' never stop. You know, and that's what I like about Rick Ross and all his music - beep beep - picture with words. Tell everybody I send my love man, and Carol City [?] for live dog. Carol City Cartel too, you hear me?