Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Maybach Music 2"
(feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)

"Maybach Music 2"
(feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)



[Chorus]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach
Can you believe that? Who
You gotta see it
'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music

[Kanye West]
Martin, Louiee the King Junior
Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya
B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone
With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on
Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol
Oh oh that it go
Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not gettin' no sex tonight
And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right
So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin
Like the weed coffin
New Crib: Lofton
Where is that? Austin
Where is that? Texas
What's in front: Benzes
What else? Lexus
Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Boss
Kush burn like controlium
Crib need custodians
Shades in all shades
B's made of rodium
Used to be the - Smoke
Hoe's call it - Low
Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo
57, 62
Tell me how you wanna move
Yeah you know I got them both
Beat your ass black and blue
I was barely gettin' pretty women
Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter
Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger
Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender
Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?
I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue
Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off
Yeah, Ross

[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]
All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball
Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll
That's right, them mills do like damp clothes
I eat your meal too, we don't feel you
And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do
Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'
I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'
Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate

You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him

The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do
Sing Maybach Music

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Maybach Music III"
(feat. T.I., Jadakiss, Erykah Badu)

"Maybach Music III"
(feat. T.I., Jadakiss, Erykah Badu)



"J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League"

[T.I.]
My garage is flawless, under a hundred thou' ain't allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud
No denim on my seats, baby you gon' need a towel
Ride sexy through the city, see me you will be aroused
My bankroll so well endowed, pull bitches from M-I-A to A-T-L in style
And in crowds catch me in town, on the strip in Vegas
chilling, filling bitches' faces with babies
Bitch bite your tongue, this just ain't a Mercedes
Tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another .380
That's my car cost, y'all thought I would fall off
That was just a small loss, we can have a ball off
Fly to N.Y., meet me at the Waldorf
The story and architecture Victorian
Riding in the past like you're driving a DeLorean
Hard times, never heard of those in the 'Bach
My feet kicked up, get my dick sucked with the curtains closed
And for the record kid, my final question is
how your bitch gon' feel in that when you two pull up next to this?
Hahahahah, Maybach Music nigga!

[Chorus: Erykah Badu]
Everybody knows how the story goes
Money and clothes, they gon' come and go
But guess who stays the same? You gon' see the name
Stroll real slow, with the curtains drawn

[Jadakiss]
Yo, piff that I'm blowing on is fucking up the ozone
Plus I keep a dope line similar to Cold Stone's
Ice cream, pipe dreams
is what they have when I pull up in that light thing
I put a hurting on, I got the curtains drawn
Whoever ain't getting shitted on, I'm squirting on
I'm in the six-deuce, fifty-sevens for the health
Chopper in the trunk, .45 for the belt
Bunch of wax dummies, all you guys gonna melt
Live for your kids, die for yourself
Bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth
Peas on the block, pies on the shelf
If I ain't in the back of the 'Bach, I ain't in nothing else
Haha, I'm something else

[Chorus: Erykah Badu]
Everybody knows how the story goes
Money and clothes, they gon' come and go
But guess who stays the same? You gon' see the name
Stroll real slow...

[Rick Ross]
Uh, cigar please
I came alive like a moth in the summer time
Japanese wheel blades all samurai
Shine brighter than them bitches on the other side
Time to make a blind motherfucker recognize
Ammunition got the competition nonexistent
Had to bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss it
I'll double that, how dare you try to knock a nigga?
Street scholar, graduated no father figure
Still tote chrome, check my chromosomes
Meet me halfway with things and a mobile home
Money machines, yeah they RING like a mobile phone
I'm a seven-up, I need a coca-cola loan
I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans
Cashmere hand-made sweater
Me and money got a vendetta
Looking back, to tell the truth I could've did betta
Parents never had a good job
Now it's Black American Express cards, uh

"Maybach Music"

Rozay!

 

[fox69]

"Maybach Music IV"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Maybach Music IV"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



[Verse 1]
Yea, such a breath of fresh air
Get a blowjob, have a seizure on a Lear
Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year
Or bring it back tomorrow, that's a lease that disappear
Count new money, peeling out a venue
New Maybach after it was discontinued
Never question mine, my mind is so inventive
Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives
Maybach IV the allure that I adore
All money game, we got ones in the floor
See me on the wood, nigga, pause at the game
Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames
Bow to the boss in the presence of a don
Started on the corner nigga, didn't have a coin
Playing my position for a club that I can join
Never in the draft, but that boy know he going
Throw me a bone, get me a brick
That's on the Quran I'ma go and get the chips
Go and get a rental, I got a cute bitch
She's showing some potential, so we taking trips
Nigga, assets last while memories fade
I'ma, fetch that ass I don't get paid
I'm a Mike Tyson type of, typewriter sniper
Double M life 'til a nigga pay the piper
I love when the beat dip
Same way I love to see a key flip
Go and pay your mama house off
Get sucked off, shorty wipe your mouth off
I'm alive, you could never write the South off
South paw, box a nigga like a outlaw
Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha?
Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw
Pulling up slow, look at that boy
Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
All the g's with me, Maybach Eazy-E

[Interlude]
The good times don't last long
Just rewind the last song
We all shared some great times
As I read some great rhymes

[Ne-Yo]
What we does, is what dreams are made of
Come and get your love, all of this love

[Verse 2]
500 for the car that I got on the strip
That's another 100, what I got on my wrist
800 for the jar that I'm about to twist
It's a female strand, you know life's a bitch
As I get high, move my curtains to the side
Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die
Niggas get abused like boys at Penn State
Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate

[Ne-Yo]
Dreams, everything that we are
The life that we're living, baby it's ours
Dreams, money, homes, and cars
Baby that's a given, I'm talking about every fantasy
Be good real with me, don't miss something good, oh
Baby come with me and live the dream

[Interlude]
It's a whole 'nother different element
It's Maybach roman numeral four
You couldn't fathom this, you couldn't imagine this
You can't produce this, you won't reproduce this

[Ne-Yo]
I'll be dreaming of you
I'll be dreaming of you
You'll be making it come true
I'll be dreaming of you

I'll be dreaming of you
I'll be dreaming of you
You'll be making it come true
I'll be dreaming of you

[LA Reid]
Yessir
This is LA Reid
It takes a boss to know a boss
It takes greatness to recognize greatness
Ricky Ross, the boss, Maybach IV

 

[fox69]

"MC Hammer"
(feat. Gucci Mane)

"MC Hammer"
(feat. Gucci Mane)



Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
MAYBACH MUSIC.. BOSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. RICKY ROSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. ITS TRIPPLE C's
MAYBACH MUSIC.. COLOR CUT CLARIY

My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I'm MC hammer.. I'm about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I'm MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I'm too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick

Im at the car lot, I'm going broke
I pay for 5, they find a couple more
I take them home, like I do my hoes
I dress them up, I buy them clothes
Glass slippers, I gas's hoes
Now she's acting brand new on you assholes
Limousines, I did that, two door coops boy I live that
My top back, I'm circumcised
I pull it back, just to go inside
She thinking folic, I'm thinking wings stop
Feening lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked
Black bat mobile, its only new Ferrari
Its called scaglietti one button like a Atari
Im just advising, my profit is rising
Niggas buying stocks any nigga like a verizon

My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I'm MC hammer.. I'm about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I'm MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I'm too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick

I got the porche, I was so ecstatic
100 grand a day my operation is so elaborate
Credit card sqeems, that was for the faggots
Mother fuck window shopping boy I gotta have it
Now my shit be booming all across the atlas
Puchi puchi money long now we call him alex
Had to move from Davie cuz that shit was local.
Picked up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in Boca.
My badest bitch is latin but they call me loco
Till I fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco
Im thinkin money every moment thinkin money
I bust a nut then I'm back to thinkin money
My wrist froze my mind blow I'm off slow my eyes closed
You gotta judge a man by his principles
Teflon don, I am invincible

My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I'm MC Hammer.. I'm about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I'm MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I'm too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick

Diamonds moving on my chest, wanna Hammer dance,
Seventy grand make my jeans sag like some Hammer pants,
Ambulance, ambulance, 911, 911,
It’s Gucci Mane, yea that’s my name, I’m going dumb, going dumb,
blowing up, blowin up, blowin up, blowin up,
I’m like MC Hammer, I put that on my grandma,
I ride through East Atlanta, in my new Ferrari,
It’s a 458, if you don’t have one, sorry,
I’ll let you borrow mine, I think I’m MC Hammer,
I never borrowed jewlery, I’m tippin naked dancers,
It’s an occasion, a celebration, at Central Station,
With Haitian hoes and Jamaicans, I’m trynna make it,
Old school, wanna race it? We can test it,
I’m flexin, I’ll leave a sucker eating dust for breakfast,
So expect the unexpected,
I’m well connected,
I’m MC Hammer 150 on the guest list,
Gucci!

 

[fox69]

"Mercy"
(feat. Rockie Fresh)

"Mercy"
(feat. Rockie Fresh)



It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!

[Hook: x4]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

I'm rocking, barely walking the valley of death
Fucker on cost a Lambo, you niggas in debt
I ain't want to fuck your girl, I just wanted a fresh
After BIG, Puff told me I was the best
Still is that drop nigga
Cocaine, Siroc nigga
Pull up on that yacht nigga
Detectors know I'm hot nigga
Hostile, mob style, rough childs
Trench coat, half cal, my dick hang to my caf now
Real nigga, I woke up with a kilo
Real bitch, keep kissing on my pee hole
Paid in full, bitch I think I'm Rico
It's Rosay, I sold food like C Lo

[Hook: x2]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Bridge:]
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!

I'm in that Lamborghini drop top
Gunning for the top spot
Gold Rollie, my watch froze
You would think the clock stopped
Countin hella 20's, get into my dreams
Ballin with my niggas
Your girl gon fuck the team
Now I been off that Jameson so I might need her name again
I came to win, she's just tryna kick it like it's 40-10
Give it as she gon run it back
Her legs spread like a jumping jack
Her other man, he hella whack
And he don't stack it like Rockie stacks
Seen more clothes than a laundry man
More whips than cunta bag
Like racism, I'm a be around
Cigar niggas get used to that

[Hook: x2]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Bridge: x2]
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!

Let the suicide doors up
I do suicides on the tour bus
I do suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in death jam building like I'm the shit
Tell em give me 50 million and I'm a quit
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass til it's up in your face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press key
Plus you're my bitch, make your bitch look like precious
Talk about Mary, she gon off that Molly
Navajo party, it's melted like Dali
Now everybody is moving their body
Don't sell me apartment, I move in the lobby
Niggas is loadin just to feel important
You gon see lawyers and niggas and Jordans
Now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time
Drinkin' champagne on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range
Beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

[Hook: x2]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Bridge: x2]
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!

 

[fox69]

"Mine Games"
(feat. Kelly Rowland)

"Mine Games"
(feat. Kelly Rowland)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
This not a mind game
But we can play them, too
Still running the streets
Cause I wanted to eat
Cause I wanted to eat
Cause I wanted to eat
But she who I wanted to see
Who I wanted to see
Who I wanted with me

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you
Taking over the world
Taking over the world
Taking over the world

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Going hard was a given; the chance I wasn't given
Til I pulled right beside her, she was sitting in the Civic
Man, you was just who I was looking for
Top down, you could never overlook a boy
Big buckets, magnum bottles of that rose
On my R. Kelly, girl I'm bout that foreplay
Slow it down, speed it up, I'm just being me
Panamera has the ki's, that just the g in me
Got a crib on the water, need a bathing suit
Bond that we share so unbreakable
Here's a toast to the baddest chick in the room
This is not a mind game, but could play them, too

[Hook: Kelly Rowland]
You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine
Even when you're far away
You come back to me every time
It's just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain't gotta play no mind games
Mind games

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
All-black double R
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
You know I'm on the grind
So I miss you at times
All on my mind as I'm scribbling lines
I put the weed out, cause it play with my head
Turn the money down, we just laying in bed
She blowing money wild, bundles of bread
Times are priceless, it can go to your head
I think my mind blown, I barely feel my feet
I'm a hold my head high even in defeat
It's not a mind game so don't even think
Even if it was, it'd be over 'fore you blinked

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kelly Rowland]
The sky is the limit
Let's take over the world
And everything in it
Me and my baby gonna ride to the finish
Down from beginning
Ooh what a feeling
Ooh what a feeling

[Interlude]

[Hook]

[Outro: Kelly Rowland]
You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine

[Interlude]

 

[fox69]

"MMG The World Is Ours"
(feat. Pharell Williams, Meek Mill & Stalley)

"MMG The World Is Ours"
(feat. Pharell Williams, Meek Mill & Stalley)



[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
from the block to boulevard
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
(wooh wooh)
The rain is gone
from the block to boulevard
(wooh wooh)
The rain is gone
the rain is..

[Rick Ross]
I'm feelin myself, hope you feelin me too
God forgives and I don't
Unforgettable dude
I'm ballin my nigga, and that's word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor that brother but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn't make the rules
I'm just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from spaghetti O's to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still was selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

[Hook]

[Pharrell]
They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans
Nonsense, that's the necklace nigga, the light's moving
This is jewelry, that shit is foolery
Frozen water on my neck nigga, who's cool as me?
Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain
My nigga Ross said he's the boss cause he works cocaine
And under no certain circumstances
Would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain
And your feelings, yeah they villains but I'm chillin
I'm still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse?
My niggas be stealin' and killin' and thrillin' for the birds
Making deals squeezing life outta the next [?]
I'm on my iPhone, bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad
The doors go up and iGone
Black boy scorin' his life, I'm scorin' the Oscars
Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster
But now I eat the apple, with my AP
Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
Says the little boy that loves you
Who had the ashy feet
Now wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week
Where the upper classes meet, thats just me
I smash the beat..

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Dedication and motivation
Gave them motors to hate me
Old homies betrayed me
Running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter they had 4 and the baby
It was a whole different story but fuck ‘em thme niggas is shady
Now I'm self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining nigga, never had them selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me "go and get a tummy shake"
Had to learn on my own
Ask my momma, I was gone
Puffin purple getting stoned
Tryna take the pain away
Now its Rolls Royce's, umbrella's for a rainy day
Old heads told me "young fella, this ain't the game to play!"
Had to take a chance told the dealer “deal my hand”
And now that nigga's gettin' murdered, shit is getting scary
I put mirror tint all in the Ghost
I'm screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let 'em cross the line at scrimmage they get fucking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a Russian
was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don't fuck with Larry
I was just trying to ball, ducking D's and grinding raw
But now I'm pulling up in that thing, them niggas gone need some tylenol
I'm gone!

[Hook]

[Stalley]
I'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, I'm gettin money. Period!
They said I got a old soul and I'm rich nigga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
With a trade deuce livin life like they ain't made loot
Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I'mma get it myself
I ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I'm gone tomorrow
Young Bonapart, I'm Noah dawg, like Chi Ali, dark shades like Cool Moe Dee
Cool fly nigga is who I be
Big chain with a bigger charm, leavin' with a bad chick under my arm
Geechi Liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse
(diamonds on everything, even my posse)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"MMG Untouchable"

"MMG Untouchable"



When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters
They standin' in line, they all suffer from vapors
I got me a ghost, I took off the tint
Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown ass man
I'm buying real estate and I'm buildin' my plans
Can't name a realer place, goin' gram for gram
And all the killas hate, know who the fuck I am
Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams
My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games
I'm talking trigga play never safe for lames
Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case
My lawyers goin hard, a nigga versus the state
Just bought another car, had to drop that top
For 200 dollars, she'll suck that cock
Cause when you seen with me I'm a up that stock
I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks
And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot
As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got
Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most
Greenhouse on the couch, nigga seeing me toast
Niggas makin' the threats, you could put 'em on Twitter
But out of respect I handle mine like a killer
I'm runnin' the city like a pair of new J's
Maybe the patent 11's, I got these hoes in a daze
Panamera parade, sippin Cir'c lemonade
Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt
In the back of the ghost, I can't hear no whispers
In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga

 

[fox69]

"Money Make Me Come"
(feat. EbonyLove)

"Money Make Me Come"
(feat. EbonyLove)



[Intro - EbonyLove]
This for the trill bitches
Fuck a nigga, money make me cum
Boss you better tell 'em

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I needs a real bitch 365
Let her count the cheese let her see the pies
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
All the death threats 'cause I owe niggas
She told me get rest those are hoe niggas
That's a real bitch she had to show niggas
'Cause I was blind to the fact she was a hoe, nigga
I'm counting dough, nigga she a double count
Something come up short she'll point it out
Niggas try to holla she'll will point it out
She will catch a flight she will run a route

[Hook - Rick Ross (EbonyLove)]
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
She a real bitch so she gotta stunt
She get her weave done at least five times a month
She don't call em purses, bitch call 'em bags
I don't know the names I know they cost some stacks
She deserve this she serves her purpose
She saves her juice box till it look perfect
Fuck the Aston Martin, fuck with a astronaut
I'm in the gulfstreams nuts in my ?
I needs a real bitch, I needs a real bitch
Ass like Trina and the brains is the business
I needs a real bitch she get ya what ya need
She get ya what ya want she'll even roll ya weed

[Hook - Rick Ross (EbonyLove)]
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I needs a real bitch 365
Let her count the cheese can't believe her eyes
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
Cop the big range let her move in it
The condo round the corner with all the tools in it
Take her two minutes she'll be there and back
So when you see that pretty face you better lay ya flat

[Hook - Rick Ross (EbonyLove)]
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)

 

[fox69]

"Money Maker"

"Money Maker"


[Chorus:]
It Dont Make Sense, If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma [2X]

[Verse 1:]
Fuck A Judge Prosecutor, Fuck A Judge Prosecutor, Fuck A Judge, Fuck A Judge Fuck A Judge Prosecutor And The District Attorney Where Im For Ah Couple Kilos Ere Thing Gettin Murder Its Survival Of Fittest All These Young Niggas Killing Slidin Ina New Chargers When They Pull Up They Hittin I Got Kilo God Gave Ya Life but We Can Repo Slidin Day And Night With My People Red Lazer On My Tazer And The Home Invasion It Aint No mother Fuckin Grazin Head Shot Head Shots Seen Them 26's So She Gave Me Headshots It Aint About Money It Aint About Shit Momma Made That Money Nigga Cause It Only Make Sense

[Chorus:]
It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money

[Verse 2]
Where That Blue Gotti Driver? Where That Big Booty
Diver? Where That Rocky Roller Rocka? Where That New Body Slider? Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up Nigga, Twice Ah Week Im At The Jeweler Tryna Re Up Nigga, Got My Money Up, I Got My Fitted Low You Got The 45 Thats At 1054 Im In The 57 Sittin On 26's You Need Ah 36 Just Hit Ah Nigga Digits I Gotta 7 Tray Got Over 80 In It It Got A Cooling System Youll Think Mercedes Did It So Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up Nigga Def Jam 5 Mil. And Time To Re Up Niggaaha

It Dont Make, It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont, It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That Imma Imma..