Альбом Rick Ross

I got a feelin nigga wit it (?) and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes (?), canaries (?) dey go on roof,
Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no facade it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow I got by.

Preflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light.
But who really cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Moët in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad (?), beef bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- fuck one time.
I gave her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, kilos was the shit,
But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks.
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls,
If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big,
I just sit back like: Look what I did.
Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business.

Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant,
People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
Beef? I'll make u dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny,
Women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just like to give.
Used to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so right, otha rappers envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.

(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin broke
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music

(Kanye West)
Martin Luie the King Junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
If B.I. was alive, he'd probly have a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on, anything Ye' poop on
Will explode, cuz I am the shit and
This is my commode, uh oh there they go
Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right?
So all that shit you talking dead, coffin,
Like the weed coughin, new crib Loftin
Where it’s at, Austin, where is that Texas,
What’s in front Benzes, what else Lexus,
Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. West’s

(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin broke
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music

(Rick Ross)
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum, crib need custodians
Shades or no shades, bees made of rhodium
Used to be the O-Smoke hoes call it O-Lo
Now I got so many horses bitches call me Polo
Fifty seven, sixty two tell me how you wanna move
Ya you know I got them both beat yuh ass black and blue
I was barely getting pretty women, now I scoup Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winner fended in em like a slender nigga
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner
So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender
Im the boss and im ridin em like a small valt
Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea, ROSS

(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin broke
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music

(Weezy)
Well alright, haha
All Black, Maybach im sittin in the asshole
Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad bow
Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll
Dats right them Billz, due like damn clothes
I eatcha meal to, we dont feel you
ANd we be strappin up, Like the Navy SEALS do
Sweet as a bannana split everytime I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watchin T.V. in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin
I'm runnin this ish, you should try tacklin
Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate
You see the Biggie, See the Jay, the 2 Pac in him
The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks,
And then im back to doin shitt
Like i do sing Maybach Musik

(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music

Justice League
It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this
Maybach music

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it
This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it
I'm living it

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile
Try to figure out my style, baby, that will take a minute
But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid

So we back to playin' tennis
We been goin' back and forth
She the one that I adore
So I tried it in aurar

Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream
I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens
I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a G
I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me

All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs
Fresh outta flight school 'cause I'm fly right here
Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air
If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares?

My money long, my nigga, my money strong
If you ain't gettin' money
Dat mean you done somethin' wrong

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it in
This living is so magnificent
Stop dreaming it, I'm living life

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles
Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes
And I never phone ahead
All she do is hear the pipes

Project bitches, upscale kittens
Fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits
Maybach money, so I always had a vision
I would always tell ma niggas but ain't nobody listened

Words work magic, haters wreak havoc
There ain't nothin' on my back but the delicates of fabrics
I made a transition from the thieves
To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen

Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring
Sean Don for my crew
Bad hoes in pursuit, masspike on a two
Gunplay, he a glue goon wit a attitude

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Go in tha way, two ends away
This livin' is so magnificent
Stop dreaming it, I'm living life

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
When I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile
Nigga, you a clown, here's the number you should dial
Ye start wit 305 but we end at four pounds

Stop at [Incomprehensible]
Old pound for life is a [Incomprehensible]
All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down
Money is a must tommy guns on a bus

Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck
Wear red all the time but really I'm color blind
Wanna catch my attention, nigga, throw up a dollar sign
One time for tha Crips, young G's buyin' cribs
And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip

The game never change, money still a focal
But it's time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total
Like Rev Run in the tub still smokin'
In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it
This living is so magnificent
Stop dreaming it, I'm living life

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

he not bigga den biggy bitch im bigger than you just a boat a mi casa like you a milli or 2 gotta kick off your shoes okay lets take a cruise heres my captain now relax, let him do waht he do, okay
who rollin spinach cuz im reallin the anchor smoke up up an acre a grass wake up in jamaica, couple nautical nas, i call my cubanos ta cop, puerto rico for women, hit barbedos ta shop, livin larger than life
call this the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up. shes walkin back and forth, shes just itchen ta fuck, then i heard her wisper, travel the seven seas, there is no better breaze
if he indulgen jelousy his ass better breathe man overboard cuz hes goin overboard, damn its over for him put that on my vocal cord. JAMAICANS........ Kill all the middle men im the millatin gilligans
speakin creo and gentle men as i cruise the caribean, o lord im a star down in saint barths the fat tommy lee i made out with like 8 broads but up in costa rica, i get the most of features, she no speakay
no englay, maybe fat joe could teach her, smokin barrels of reefer, only the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up, travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze when we started
sellin keys thats just how we thought it would be, no one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes im the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes, i still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffin my
soles, make the presentation and trust me the customer sold, im crusin in the gulf, i think your so deaf, janet was in control, because the hoe left,JAMAICANS.........
my dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a bitch fetch, tell you ta kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch breast, her head above average, my head above water, but now you could see my balace,
right off the coast of florida, im in ta fine fish with a slight lime twist, veggies on the side of course, kush appetizez , let your mercedes chill, roll wit a navy seal, this the yacht club,
wanna trust me your lady will, still spillen champaign, or is it merlow, fuck it its fine wine, my bitch a vergo, i dont do the signs unless a dollars on em, im da boss a da boat, cashmeire collar on em,
thinkin a last year and all the moneys made, now its corporate investin amongst the other things, no one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes, im the greeta genious no refernce to the ugly clothes

oo ah ah ah ahhh (maybach music, its deeper than the verse baby, its deeper than the rap).

(Hook)

Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then u know that im gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really aint nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah u know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cuz i can and i love it,
From nothin, To somethin..
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cuz we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

(Rick Ross)

17 tryna man up,
Feed the fam boy i put that on these damn goods,
All i got was diabetes and a damn uggg,
People talkin down callin me a damn sprug,
Young niggas all u wana do is roam free,
On your own feet gotta cook your own beef,
Im too cool for lame dudes that ridicule,
I laugh while im doin laps in the swimmin pool,
I don't owe u niggas nuthin,
Call me 2 fingers when you see a nigga stuntin,
Black philip drummin limousines of the hummer,
Penthouse sweet, pretty beach i call the summer,
Lotta homies pass,
See em in the future,
Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral,
Gotta keep a shooter while Im ridin in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time i get to heaven.

(Hook)

Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in ma way then u know that im gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really aint nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah u know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cuz i can and i love it,
From nothin, To somethin..
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cuz we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

(Nas)

And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet with my own pilot,
No blastin off, but flexin, Dj Khaled,
My mom stressin college,
But my crude sense of logic, did a lude to my empty wallet,
Try spittiin on a green tinted accord,
Which could mean a sentence up north,
Where the homie was, but back then doe was like a hoard, it goldie love, it didnt exist,
And office foley cuffs, was after my wrists,
Was not beverly hills where we chilled,
Imagine this, the nas n rith,
Had to get from rags to rich,
I used to stand on rooftops, with 2 glocks,
Figurin, how do i turn my timbalands to clocks,
Now reptiles was left out about a watch,
What is you thinkin? Murk u, plus the muscle that u bringin is nothin to me,
If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on cuban,
Shout out my ricans,
Down with all of u gangstas, to the roughest jamiacans.

(Hook)

Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then u know that im gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really aint nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah u know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cuz i can and i love it,
From nothin, To somethin..
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cuz we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

(Rick Ross)

If you ballin physics, nigga money never flow,
Meanin every day im livin, tryna stay on flow,
Coming from a BOSS, I can predict a double cross,
Handlers managin money, they never come across.
I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved,
AK47s, Singin win or by sum or u fall?
I dealt with brawls, and those willin to sell they soul,
Over cars and clothes, man am talkin petty hoes,
Ask ma feddi grow,
Fuck a feet of spaghetti-o's.
Im club poppin in cali shout out to ariel,
Somebody dim the lights,
Triple black tuts,
Caz associated and the flesh is tryna catch up,
I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence,
Get they baby mama a lexus for them nice visits,
Ma nigga got a dub an love to do the push ups,
I got a million cash, tryna get the kush up.

(Hook)

Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then u know that im gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really aint nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah u know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cuz i can and i love it,
From nothin, To somethin..
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cuz we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

Every time i call she just come
cuz every time i call she get the cum
damn I'm a lover here look what this chick done
when i used to keep a roll of them bitches like which one

she graduated from the school of arts
now she swimming in a pool of sharks

This is mafia music...
And a maybach that is
Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby...
Bossssss!

(Avery Storm)
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can slow it down
because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down

(Rick Ross)
? got it smellin like it's butterscotch
Every bird boss take it to another notch
Bitch i'm busy baby go and suck anotha cock
Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock
Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot
Guns in the attic, mama help me put 'em up
She'll put'em down, tell you quick to hit'em up
Load a hundred round, bring it back, she'll fill it up
Like the time when the niggas pay this counterfit
He count chips but that trick mayor got'em flip
We ain't playin man slang for them dollar bills
Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill

(Avery Storm)
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can slow it down
because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down

(Rick Ross)
How you seen a kilo started at an eight ball
First 48 to homicide ain't soft
Comin from your hoes, fucking for your paint job
Catch you casin daddy let you know you king kong
cop a 20 keys gotta be finna keep
I got a tenesse to send 'em up to Tenesee
Black Infinity the kind to ride on Venice Beach
I watch you slow Apollo while i'm chillin sippin tea
lemons and honey, millions of money
Gucci, Louis Vitton, specifically homey
My woman imported, i'm neva extorted
I'm very important, 20 grand for the morgage

(Avery Storm)
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can slow it down
because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down

(Rick Ross)
Baby mamas i hate 'em
They Just want you to pay them
I'm in love wit my babies
maybe makin em famous
Don't be raisin your voice
That's another retainer
Know you missing a nigga
Know you missin that anal
Know you missin that Prada
How we did in regada
She was callin me daddy
Daddy drippin in dollars
Daddy did it in Vegas
Yeah i gotta connect
I get em ten a piece as soon as I keep it correct
Vacation to Haiti
It nearly broke my heart
Seein kids starve
I thought about my ?
Sellin dope ain't right
I put it in my life
Chickens put me in position to donate the rice

(Avery Storm)
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now i can slow it down
because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down

Rick Ross

Time is money(mula)Mind is funny(yes)
trust me she lyin if she dein she love me
make up ya mind you been on and off(Ross)
platinum petron come take shots with a boss

Robin(hook)
If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalaa
i want to put my hands all over ya body girl cum this way Nananana naaa
what you gon do if i touch you if i put my lips on you
if we took you back to the crib just me and you all nite i want to play just say (lalalala)
(chorus)
Just Take off ya clothes and just lay back all you got to do is just lay back wouldd you do this for me baby just lay back lay back(Boss)lalalalaaa

Ross-
Girl I'm Bright as a Bessel
and you sexy as ever
shorty whats on ya brain cuz watevea is clever
number 1 at whatevea i get buddles of cheddar
this that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
run a few arrons(Ross)
summers in Paris never shoppin in clearance
don't make me embrass
she never a bird but baby my parrot
her flavor superb i pay her with carrots
My house is a home
i made her a pallet
maybe being to modest
my shxt more like a palace
follow the waterfalls
as it makes you wetter
shawty brace yourself it's only getting better

Robin(hook)
If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalaa
i want to put my hands all over ya body girl cum this way Nananana naaa
what you gon do if i touch you if i put my lips on you
if we took you back to the crib just me and you all nite i want to play just say (lalalala)
(chorus)
Just Take off ya clothes and just lay back(boss) all you got to do is just lay back(boss) wouldd you do this for me baby just lay back(ok) lay back(Boss)lalalalaaa

Verse 2
see shawty laid back
so we laid up
when i fade to black we always made up
this shit aint made up
look what i'm made of
look what i made bra
don't owe no favors

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(feat. Gunplay)

Run with me or run from me the verse come the worst it's only gonna be gunplay.

Feel me nigga [? ]

I'm sittin at the table countin my money ain't where I wanna be but I gotta few 100 lot of talk on the street like a nigga crossin me {true}. well it something I gotta see

Is it how chain swang tied at my face telling lies gettin niggas wise tied up and raped similar to the mob it's deeper than rap all you niggas gettin robbed at the cell phones tapped bullet in my head bullet in my chest yeah they want a nigga dead then you'll be my success to be loved to be loved oh what a feeling 100 rounds in the trunk niggas get wacked no sympathy for the soft niggas snitchin I know bitches who clippin you dick off I'm a boss champagne with the steak

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' im 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 im 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

(feat. Trina)

[Trina:]
I fuck em once, I fuck twice, fuck em three times (time change your life)

[Rick Ross:]
9 times out of 10, it's a big body benz
With a real nigga in it, ride if u wanna win
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face) [x4]

[Trina:]
9 times out of 10, wanna fly yellow thangs
That can entertain, nigga in my yellow chain
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face) [x4]

[Rick Ross:]
Sellin dope count, money keep my dick hard
Time to bust it wide open for a big boi

[Trina:]
Big yellow thang, all black boots
Money like Mariah, Rehinna hair due

[Rick Ross:]
Mind on the money but this bitch so fine
Took my eyes off the money watch this bitch the hole time

[Trina:]
Mind on the money but this nigga's so fly
Time to jump up on that benz n ride the thing the hole time

[Rick Ross:]
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face)
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face)
Doin 20mph cause I'm gettin face

[Trina:]
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face)
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face)
Sittin at the green light cause I'm gettin face

[Rick Ross:]
9 times out of 10, it's a big body benz
With a real nigga in it, ride if u wanna win
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face) [x4]

[Trina:]
9 times out of 10, wanna fly yellow thangs
That can entertain, nigga in my yellow chain
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face) [x4]

[Rick Ross:]
I does it like a boss everytime I pull it out
Cause she catch it like a clump but it's all over a mile
Excellent face, excellent pase, number one nigga baby
U got excellent taste
Nice condo, I'm talkin 40 flo's, it's only me n gucci
Made for the ho's (woooohh!)
I'm gettin face, I'm gettin face, if I fuck em' more than once
Baby gettin lace, she gotta car, she gotta job
She's a lucky girl, my shining star

[Rick Ross:]
9 times out of 10, it's a big body benz
With a real nigga in it, ride if u wanna win
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face) [x4]

[Trina:]
9 times out of 10, wanna fly yellow thangs
That can entertain, nigga in my yellow chain [x2]
I'm gettin face (I'm gettin face) [x4]

[Rick Ross:]
I'm gettin face [x4]

[Trina:]
I'm gettin face, I'm gettin face
Sittin at the green light cause I'm gettin face

[Rick Ross:]
I'm gettin face [x4]

[Trina:]
I fuck em once, I fuck twice, fuck em three times (time change your life)

The meek shall inherit the earth
that's what the bible says
i need it.

Walk like a giant
talk like a tyrant
faith of a mustard seed destined for a triumph
David or Goliath
hate me or admire
kush burns slow as i chase my desire
embrace my empire
batta boy eat fire
guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
will i get to heaven? turn to psalm 27
lord knows when i see this monkey im gon be the devil
be him cause im clever
beat him at whatever
you never was a G, nigga unit mean togetha
New York's unified down south love dat
when we get to shine? muthafuckas where the love at?
real ni**as gettin money betta log on
think da games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone [damn]
imagine when this song gone
when ya phone off there's only one to call on.

i mean if i die today i can honestly say,
thank you lord, thank you lord, thank you lord

im bigga than a title, bigga than a name
you could label, we the biggest label in the game
put food on the table, fed the whole city
tell me who be the food if the feds come get me

run with me or run from me
pussies don't get pussy

yeah

i murdered all of my foes contract killing
twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
midst of the war i piss on graves
kids get grazed by my piss poor waves
never could imagine it livin with paralysis
shoulda check ya rear view made a better analysis
wack yayo caught him slippin while he snort dust
cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano
with niggaz pay me the model
sway Louis on my feet still runnin the street
and i never missed a heartbeat

family over the money
money over the bitches
money don't mean nothin
and why they callin it riches
im addicted to watches
mama tellin me stop it
got 1 over 50
50 you better watch it

do him in cold blood
look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves
beat the case like orinfa
above the law its so hard to pin the big dog
live on so i still bark
in my earliest convenience ima kill yall
make a lil cake haters wanna envy
god wanna see you niggaz in a Bentley

family over the money
money over the bitches
money don't mean nothin
and why they callin it riches
im addicted to watches
mama tellin me stop it
got 1 over 50
and keep 50 in my pocket

limousines for the don ima three as the charm
flee red carpet chillin e on my arm
purple rain smokin haze smokin weed call it purple brain
im in the purple lable daddy got a purple heart
not in the service but im swervin in a purple car
once the bitch needs an oil change
i go and buy a new one, cuz im spoiled mane

family over the money
money over the bitches
money don't mean nothin
and why they callin it riches
im addicted to watches
mama tellin me stop it
you know im toatin the rocket
so don't make a nigga pop it

Uhh
Uhh
Im so compassionate with my compositions
check it

Verse 1:
Fascinated with foreign felines
since i was knee high
This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive
Fuck my old chick im ridin with my new thing
In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings
Most wanted, im Bid Laden on a beat nigga
Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga
100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga
black flaggin just braggin im a street nigga
on the grind little rappers wanna eat with us
tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters
VMA find time just to creep wit her
So coincidental walkin down the street wit her
My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci
in 2 weeks i flew thru the boutiques
she get her time livin when i let her go and shop
cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top
niggas know that my techs explode
down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl
biggest boss in the game, chedder i never mind that
cuz if it matter c murder would go diamond
I reflect as im ridin in a Rolls Royce,
get respect because I give these hoes no choice

Chorus:
Because I
Because I do it
So if you never seen a boss nigga,
then look at me
because I do it
and they never seen a boss nigga
but now they see
because I do it
and i do it
I-I-I-I-I
and I do it
yeah so now you see what it means
to be a boss cuz i do it

Verse 2:
Im the down-south Nas
click so fur
ridin with a fox as the cigar burn
niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke
If i was sellin dope baby id be sellin both
but im sellin records everything i touch gold
better yet check the record 3 million sold
2 hand guns on the writers for the shows
on the road to the riches when im ridin on vogues
i elaborate on things i only been bout
besides, we decides whos the in crowd
if its ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo
but i got the prove we just keep movin kilos
see the Altima its call it terminator
the exact watch only ?war on? terminator
i let her ride me like a elevator
clip another cuban as i wait to celebrate her

Chorus

Fascinated with foreign felines
thats my design
as i recline cut em like key lime
we both came now its right back to the tea time
I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine
she told me betterer than man broke
walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke
i touched her with the seconds hand stroke
got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo
2 seater it couldnt fit tacara
but i promise baby ill be back tomorrow
in a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley
listen closely and hit a woman softly

Chorus