Rick Ross

[fox69]

"For Da Low"

"For Da Low"


(Ladies and Gentlemen)

Ladies you are tuned into the best

Sho' Nuff songs

Jazze Phizzle
Rick Ross
Let's go Daddy

Rick Rizzle

M-I-YAYO

[Verse 1:]
Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt
got a car full of work, nigga pocket full of purp
chopper on the front seat, sucker if you want beef
I'm in dade county, I'm the mayor you can come see
look here I'm well known, what you say? (I'm well known)
Kush by the elbow, I love when it smell strong
other side of the bridge, niggas die just to live
you want a beach, don't sleep 45 to your wig
Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride with me
M-I-Yayo on the map now it's my city
Pulling out the Seven trey, ever-other day
got about 40 in it, hit your hoe for 40 minutes

[Chorus:]
Pull up on them 24's, while I leaning on the doors
and I'm letting suckers know, that I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what it's like
know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low

[Verse 2:]
Niggas know how I does, neighborhood full of thugs
everybody's selling drugs, task force ducking us
load up the big guns, got so many which one?
everybody get to buy a house when the bricks come
hoes know my whole name, famous for cocaine
yeah I'm about to blow game, but I'm about to blow mane
Rick Rizzle clockin' dough, inventory gotta go
if a nigga want it hard cook it like papa (doughs?)
Fat boy super cool, got something you can move
when I did what I do she got like a swimming pool
oh boy real wet, so boy hell yeah
I'm a millionaire but where I'm going I ain't there yet

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Go on let your top down, fuck it blow a couple grand
treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand
Club Rolexx (lex), you can stunt yo
I stood on a rolex smoking on a blunt hoe (ross)
I'm heavy mane, off in this Chevy game
dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything
take it back to the block, triple C across the top
in an old-school motor brand new out the box
got about a hundred killers runnin' with a hundred niggas
tell it there to your face, don't nobody want it with us
niggas dead broke, they better shake it off
skycap ass niggas mad that we taking off

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Free Mason"
(feat. Jay-Z, John Legend)

"Free Mason"
(feat. Jay-Z, John Legend)



This is for the soldiers the see the sun
At midnight, ya dig
Let me slow down (it's so incredible)

[Rick Ross Verse]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas
We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes
Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold
I embark on life, my path is all math
I understand the codes these hackers can't crack
I understand that folks expect me to fold
Community control to violate parole
I won't fail, but a lot of men will
I'm iconic in the field, like Solomon's Seal
Uh, it's just an intro
Allow my flow time to sink into the temple
Free Mason, freelancer, free agents, we faster
Big contracts, big contractors
Built pyramids, period we masters
No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas
A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All white mansion, I'm the child of God
All black diamonds, times were hard
New Rolls Royce
Guess you made it, nigga
All white neighborhoods, you they favorite nigga
My top back like J.F.K.
They wanna push my top back like J.F.K.
So, so I J.F.K.
Join Forces with the kings and we ate all day
Right now I could rewrite history
I stopped writin so fuck it, I'll do it mentally

[Rick Ross & John Legend Chorus (x2)]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die

[Jay-Z Verse]
Niggas couldn’t do nothing with me they put the devil on me
I would have preferred if niggas would squeeze the metal on me
Rumors of Lucifer, I don’t know who to trust
Whole world want my demise, turn my music up
Here me clearly
If y’all niggas fear me, just say y’all fear me
Fuck all these fairy tales, go to hell this is God engineering
This is a Hail Mary pass, y’all interfering
He without sin shall cast the first stone
So y’all check in the mirror, double check your appearance
Bitch I said I was amazing
Not that I’m a Mason
It’s amazing that I made it through the maze that I was in
Lord forgive me I never would’ve made it without sin
Holy Water, my face in the basin
Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him
Bitch I’m red hot, I’m on my third six but the devil, I’m not
My Jesus piece flooded but thou shall not covet
Keep your eyes off my cupboard
I’m a bad motherfucker, it’s Hov just say you love it

[Chorus]

If I ever die, never let it be said I didn't win
Never, never say
Never say Legend didn't go in (Imma go in)
I just wanna die on top of the world
Makin' love to my favorite girl
Makin' beautiful music, we makin' a movie
We knew we was born to do it

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Em"
(feat. 2 Chainz and Wale)

"Fuck Em"
(feat. 2 Chainz and Wale)



[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning - Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there - but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck all you haters
Watch me fuck all these bitches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck every witness"
Cause bitch, I'm big business
I'm screaming fuck em

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
'Migo hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud like it's a Newport
Dad wasn't around - my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine - a police siren!
Woop woop - nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty; let's get low
On the low, I'm a talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Get Away"
(feat. Mario Winans)

"Get Away"
(feat. Mario Winans)



[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Sometimes I Rhyme Slow
Sometime I Rhyme Quick
Sometime I Buy Blow, So I Supply Bricks
Mufuckers Lookin At Me Sideways
But Can They Tell That Im Gettin Money Fly Ways, Lotta Leatherwood, And They Seats Vibrate, Chattin Wit A
Bitch Like Your Boys On Myspace, But She Right Here In My Face, Take Her To A Fly Place, With A Fly
Fireplace, No Marshmellows, We Let The Dro Burn, I Dun Seen The World, Girl Its Ur Turn, I Told U Lies All
My Life, But You Hold Me Down Wrong Or Right, So Its Only Right She Get That Porsche Truck, All Black
Black Rims Call Her Porsche, Let Ur Weave Blow In The Wind, Cuz Believe Every D Boy Need A Friend

[Chorus: Mario Winans]
When Can We, Get Away And Enjoy Each Other, Get Away And Explore Each Other
All I Wanna Know Is, When Can We, Get Away And Exchange Our Feelings, Keep It Poppin Like A Movie
Scrennin, I Only Wanna Get Away

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
In Into Heavy Dope, I Dont Kiss Ery Ho, So When I Like A Bitch, I Am Miss Mary O
Feed Alarios, Sip Ever Glow, Wit Gloria, Thats A Fine And Humilio, Baby Really Though, Its Ur Best
Bet, They'll Be 6 O's In My Next Check, Wit A Gun In Hand Ive Always Been A Money Man, Crack Runnin Man, Fat
Randall Cunningham.Look Here.Ima Tell U Like This, We Need Time Just To Kick It Like This, She Lickin My
Lips, She Diggin My Kicks, So We Did It Like This, Its Rick Ross Im The Man Of The Hour, She Love To Make
Love, And We Can In The Showa, Back Against The Wall Ima Stand Like A Tower, Every Time Ima Stand Like A
Tower

[Chorus: Mario Winans]
When Can We, Get Away And Enjoy Each Other, Get Away And Explore Each Other
All I Wanna Know Is, When Can We, Get Away And Exchange Our Feelings, Keep It Poppin Like A Movie
Scrennin, I Only Wanna Get Away

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Sometimes I Rhyme Slow Sometime I Rhyme Quick, Sometime I Buy Blow So I Supply Bricks, You Cant Look Me In
The Face Girl, When U Wrog Ima Put U In Ur Place Girl, My Money Long, I Got Money Just To Waste Girl, My
Money Home And It Up To My Waist Girl, I Really Love How U Shake Girl, Ur Like A Phantom I Love How U Shake
Girl, Rick Ross Ima Real Nigga, U Can Feel The Realness When I Deal Wit Ya, Baby I Wont Lie To Ya, Im To
Honest I Promise I Wont Lie To Ya, That Otha Bitch Finished Wit,
Ur The 1 Im Heavy Dealing Wit, And Its Candlelit Can U Handle It, Cuz I Can Handle It, So Lets Handle It

[Chorus: Mario Winans]
When Can We, Get Away And Enjoy Each Other, Get Away And Explore Each Other
All I Wanna Know Is, When Can We, Get Away And Exchange Our Feelings, Keep It Poppin Like A Movie
Scrennin, I Only Wanna Get Away.....When Can We..Ooo U Dont Have To Be Alone, No Not Anymore, Baby When
Can We..Ill Take U Anywhere U Wanna Go Baby..All U Have To Do I Say Yes To Me, Say Yes To Me O, Say Yes To
Me Baby, Say Yes To Me Girl, And Ill Do Anything Anything For Ya

 

[fox69]

"Gone To The Moon"

"Gone To The Moon"



First class flight to the moon ho
Black Bar Mitzvah
Jewish Mafia nigga
Maybach music
October 13, meet Nelly, dreams and nightmares
I think you all know exactly what the fuck that is
Ha, ha, ha
God forgives, I don't, on the road of platinum
Yeah, Warner Brothers, Death Jam Records
The power circle, Maybach music
Shout out to the entire conglomerate, nigga
Black Bar Mitzvah, all you niggas invited
We well invested like Jews, nigga

I'll be at these awards, I still be living by rules
So when I run into dudes,
You know we're thumping they mood
The parking lot go to pop
Niggas say when they're flopping
Let me get back to my bitches
Cause you bitch niggas ain't nothing
Miami boys in this bitch
I bought all the zones with me
Still buy pussy from strippers
To send them kilos to silly niggas
This real as it gets
Look at the wheels on my whip
Who wanna go to the moon?
I'm screaming scream reload the clip
I bought my bitch from perfections
You know I buy my affection
Ain't no love for me nigga,
And I accept my directions
On my road to perfections, so many hours invested
So many niggas we handle
You know the other profession

I'll go to the moon
I'll go to the moon
I'll go to the moon
Yeah, I'll blow that balloon

I'll go to the moon
I'll go to the moon
I'll go to the moon
Yeah, I'll blow that balloon

We get money

 

[fox69]

"Got A Bitch"
(with Birdman)

"Got A Bitch"
(with Birdman)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
Bitch, ain't it nothing but some motherfuckin' money over her
You understand me?
So you already know what time it is
You feel me?
You know what a nigga need baby
I ain't gon' play with ya
Dont waste my time, wont waste yours
Ya feel me? Cause I have enough hoes
Get in line

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a bitch smokin' weed, a bitch snortin' powder
A bitch countin' money baggin a million every hour
Got a bitch in debt, a bitch gettin' stacks
The bitch love tats, CMB on her back
I got a bitch do frog, wanna see me live large
Smokin' like barb in my Versace drawers
Got a bitch on the phone, bitch doin' time
No cooperation so that bitch doing fine
I got a bitch in New Orleans, Bird hooked me up with
Keys to the crib, now its birds up in her shit
Bitch with a Honda, so that bitch can save
Lookin' like a saint, but a trunk full of H
Got a bitch in the Bay, she wanna fuck Khaled
Audition for the boss, let me see you talent
The bitch do tricks, the bitch do cane
She snort it off your dick right before she give you brain

[Hook: Birdman]
Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit
Shittin' on them heels, or shittin' in them bricks
Hit another lick, bitch we can split
H is the hustle fully loaded in this bitch
Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit
Diamond around your neck, and Louie Vouton for your trip
Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks
H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Straight got a bitch uptown, move nothin' but brown
Holo on ground, keep a tool wear a crown
Got a bitch like weed, bitch snort D
Bitch count my money and she don't pop P
I got a bitch su-woo, true to what she do
She fuck with nothing but B's and she love what we do
Got a bitch in New York, know I love to fuck
Brought me a new Benz and a brand new truck
I got a bitch do it early, movin' them buerly's
Hit the hood quick nigga, servin' and swervin'
Got this bitch love red, thats how we plead
CMB down nigga, ready to spray it
Got a bitch in Miami ho, Ross hooked me up though
I ain't even trippin whoa, showed her some love though
Got this bitch up in Philly, I stop fuckin' wit it
The ho bought me a Phantom, mother fuck the bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Got a bitch real slim, who wanna do films
If you go down on a boy I might go out on a limb
I got a bitch wear plex, or the bitch hair straight
I break a bitch harder than every bitch that I break
I got an R&B bitch, I got a rap bitch
Call her anime, cause I got a stack bitch
I got a bitch on her period, thats money loss
I'm out two for one ho, you fuckin' with a boss

[Verse 4: Birdman]
I got a bitch from over seas, its legal where we be
Versace red, bitch a hundred G's
Burnin' on the beach, so them bitches see
Candy on the paint bitch you know its CMB
I got a bitch like an eagle, bitch with an eagle
Bitch get the money, bitch know my people
Bitch from uptown, know how we get down
Money on my mind bitch, blowin' out the pine

[Hook]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
This that 305, 504
504, 305 shit
This Birdman, Rick Ross
Lost Tapes, Volume 1 H

 

[fox69]

"Gunplay"
(feat. Gunplay)

"Gunplay"
(feat. Gunplay)



I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
Well, that's somethin' I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face
Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped

Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin'
Hundred rounds in da drum

Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'ma boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, what it do
He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
That's love, we go back to the blue house
And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house

My Maserati be da new body
Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying

My nigga so street, my swisha so sweet
All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep
Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil
Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc
I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink
Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road
In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor
When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor
Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed

Brisco line to young nigga, what it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go back to da blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying

Nigga how I'm livin', damn near dying
For every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout that
I aint never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme
I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga
Never seen a laptop in da projects nigga
Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics
Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga don't want this
Who dat, who dat behind the curtain
I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz niggas

Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shit
It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line
Said he got a couple nuns, I told him
Grab two koo, bring 'em on through

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying

 

[fox69]

"Hard In The Paint"

"Hard In The Paint"


[Intro]
Shout out to all my real niggas world wide
Ain't nothing changed
But the ‘Rari … the Lambo … the Bentley … the Maybach … the Phantom … the Aston … the Spyker … the seven tre … the seven deuce … the seven one … the seven fours

[Verse]
I go hard in the mothafuckin paint, nigga
Touch 8 figures, stuff it in the bank, nigga
Ordered 20 bottles of the Rosé
Fuck first suite bitch I order Moët
To these niggas I’m a mothafuckin problem
Hang with the bloods, all the crips, all the robbas
See Gucci that’s my mothafuckin nigga
20 racks on it, bitch you fuckin with a killa
I can’t hang with no pussy ass niggas
Thousand carats in the chain, quarter milli for it nigga
You think I give a fuck what other niggas think?
Make another million every time a nigga blink
I’m rollin up the purple and I’m sippin pink
Champagne drown the bitch until she gotta pee
She only get to ride unless she keep it wet
You lookin at a gangsta in disguise, you just aint peeped it yet
Call the Benz Beavis cause she Butthead
She know I’m busy, I don’t need nothing but head
And I’m payin top dolla
Chain so big can’t pop my colla
Pop one pill make a nigga spend a grand
Pop two pills make a nigga wanna dance
Pop my trunk, pop me a nigga
Just last night I had a dream I shot me a [?]
Pop my trunk, Ima pop me a [?]
Just last night I had a dream I shot me a nigga

 

[fox69]

"Headache"
(feat. French Montana)

"Headache"
(feat. French Montana)



[Intro - French Montana:]
Haan!
Rozay!
Haan!

[Hook - French Montana:]:
Small talk, give me a headache
Fuck boys, give me a headache
Fake bitches, give me a headache
Little money, give me a headache
All them fake jewels give me a headache
Bitch fake bag, give me a headache
Hating niggas give me a headache
Hating bitches give me a headache
Vaca where you niggas aren't
[?]
100 chains, I'm cold blooded
Land on your head nigga, no luggage

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
It get hot up in the streets, We always cooking beef
Why are you telling on the gang, could of took a plea
Young shooters we recruiting like we Booker T
Hit em in the club so he went and took a seat
Nigga leaking like a album week before release
Use to run the world, now he barely on his feet
Ski mask in the suite, sticks in the uber
Tailgating on the streets, bricks in the cooler
Getting money, never cared that LeBron left
Cause I thought that getting wealthy was the concept
I just want to be the richest, they say I'm the nicest
Money team 1990, I'm Michael Tyson
Get your money IRS, give me a headache
Every record that them niggas make, give me a headache
Arizona weed, give me a headache
Bitches lying on me, give me a headache

[Hook - French Montana]

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
Valet at the spot, they put my name on it
Fuck her like a beat, you know I came on it
Root got a league, I make it rain on it
I kill for your prayer, do the same on it
Wood seats at the game, they call it Ricky row
She dancin' on my dick until she tippy-toe
Pullin' on them pistols till they tapping out
Tink, tink, tink, tink, tink
Blue denim jeans, black bite jacket
Propofol, a nigga had a mic habit
Lean to the left, lean to the right
[?] get you buried on sight
Weak links in the [?], give me a headache
We never get em cause we hit em double MOB
Hood Billionaire but a bird on it
Be a man, know your word, now you worth somethin'

[Hook - French Montana]

[Verse 3 - French Montana:]
All that [?] give me a headache
My baby momma give me a headache
Lookin' through this fog give me a headache
Talkin' to ya shawn give me a headache
Wake up in the morn' with a headache
Mixin' white and brown give me a headache
Crisin' like the fashion week in Milan
Only my fuck Lebanese from Labilon

[Hook - French Montana]

 

[fox69]

"Heavyweight"
(feat. Whole Slab)

"Heavyweight"
(feat. Whole Slab)



[Intro - Whole Slab:]
Look at nigga Rozay, look at him
Out there with that CrossFit shit
Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out and shit
Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga
Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga
This nigga think he the champ
Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him
Ya dig?

[Hook - Rick Ross:]
I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding

[Verse 1 - Whole Slab:]
License been suspended, ridin' with the yay
I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay
Smokin', bottle poppin', Belaire Rose
And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say
Michelangelo of this trap game
Traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing
We mix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six
Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip
Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches
I don't get my dick sucked, unless it's two bitches
My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight
I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day
I'm parkin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street
Twelve all in my ass, they locked my woe up last week
These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin'
Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin'

[Hook - Rick Ross]

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle
Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle
I'm the Thrilla in Manila, Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla
My cousin certified killer
When he died, I know I cried a river
You come and go, that came down from the Lord
Every night I hear those AKs like a fuckin' voice.
Hallelujah, momma screamin' "Hallelujah"
Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter
For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain
In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing
Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team
'88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth
Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams

[Hook - Rick Ross]