Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrics I Swear To God

[Intro]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1]
I’m paranoid cause I’m in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d!ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it’s time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these p-ssy niggas
I never hate on all these p-ssy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver’s side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these p-ssy niggas
You could never hesitate and you’s a p-ssy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a f-cking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G’s, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that’s off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m’s
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I’ll get you assholes left in the past tense

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

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Rick Ross Rich Forever Lyrics

Rick Ross Ft. John Legend Rich Forever Lyrics

[Intro]
[Rozay]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on
Am I right?
[John Legend]
On the way we shed some tears
Every day we sacrifice
So we can be standing here
Oh what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever oh oh oh
We gon' be rich forever, oh ooooh
We gon' be rich forever and ever, and ever

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the Phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I'm in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shit pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin'
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can't talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that
All you p-ssy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nigga T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young b!tches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day

[Hook : John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon' be rich forever
[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
100 mil ain't enough
Got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
Worth 40m's is he still dealing drugs
Cigarettes, speedboats, but he's still with the thugs
Club Liv, Louis shots on a Sunday
Grinding, even be legit one day
Order some more bottles because I'm on one
I know her p-ssy wet, and she wanna cum
She wanna cum, maybe come over
Stop dealing with them niggas you need one soldier
Keep you as my b!tch forever
Cuz you know a nigga rich forever

[Hook : John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon' be rich forever

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Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

(Ft. Diddy)

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in (x2)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it
Lord knows, that boy'll catch a body
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got the calico, I got the dynamite
They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
Back to these b!tches following my timeline
Back to these crackers following my timeline
Got the phone tapped, I think I'm being followed
Touch him with the holy's ghost, can you hear me father?

[Diddy]
Father, please protect me from brokeness
And b!tch ass niggas, B!tch ass b!tches too
Keep 'em away

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Ferrari
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
Work! That's all my niggas workin' with
Work! That's all my niggas lurkin' with
My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
Seen her the other day driving a piece of shit
Work! Exactly what I'm screamin' ho
Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin' ho
You talkin' to the holy ghost
I'm smokin' 'til I overdose
When I f-ck she let the p-ssy soak
Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
Never break the code shock me with a million votes
I'm forever dope, touched by the holy ghost

[Diddy]
You see, they hate what they don't understand
Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do
Let's go

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in (x2)

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Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

(Ft. 2 Chainz & 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's that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck 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, Amex in 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, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
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 bail 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
2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn
Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire 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'mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

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Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

(Ft. Drake, French Montana)

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don't wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, thats in any nigga category
Double M I got G's out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I'm tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Public and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin' my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 3 : French Montana]
For new the coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My niggas got the powder through the post dawg
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my nigga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
F-ck, got me thinking like I'm 75
Damn, nigga ain't even seen 30

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

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Rick Ross Talk That Talk Remix Lyrics

Rick Ross Ft. Rihanna & Jay-Z Talk That Talk Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Rozaay
RiRi, What's up?

[Rihanna]
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah

[Rick Ross]
I hop out the BM, I park right next to young Hov
Took a page out the bible, I'm rockin' all yellow gold
Face to face with my rivals these haters praying I fold
All I sold 'em was candy, I need a hammers?
Took the doors off the jeep
Now we just ride slow
New Air Yeezy's on my feet
I got 'em hanging out the door
It's double M G
Rihanna grinding it slow
We dominate the streets
That's cause we grinding the most
Ya know?

[Hook : Rihanna]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

[Rihanna]
Say what you want, say you want you like
Say you want me to do and I got you
Tell me how to love you, tell me how to hold you
I'mma get it right on the first try for you
Cause you ain't never had a woman like me, yeah
And you will never have another like me, yeah
Noooooo
So I'ma give it to you baby

[Hook : Rihanna]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

[Jay-Z]
I be trying to chill, bitches wanna f–ck me
Every little city I go, f–ck me
Shawty must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like "oh I gotta pee"
Ran into a Rothko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my bedroom
God I have the ticket for a walk through
Everything I do is big
I talk big money, I talk big homes
I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome
Million dollar voice, came through the phone
We heading to the top, if you coming, come on
I'm Flying out to Pisa, just to get some pizza
Fly down to Jamaica, just to roll some reefa
Sex on the beach, left love speechless
They say that money talk, tell these other niggas speak up
What's up

[Hook : Rihanna]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

[Bridge]
What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby

[Hook : Rihanna]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah

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Rick Ross You The Boss Lyrics

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Rick Ross You The Boss Lyrics

[Rick Ross - Intro]
In a world of so many, baby girl, you are that one
I deserve that, I deserve you

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
I’ll do anything that you say
Anything cause you the boss
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You you you the boss, You you you the boss
You the boss, you you you the boss man
You the boss, you you you the boss man

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Rozay a born stunna, I could blow money
50 when I’m shopping, that ain’t no money
I got my jeans saggin’, money stuffed in ‘em
I got 40 whips, way too much in ‘em
I need me a queen, I need me a dime
Living this fast life: just show me a sign
I’m a G, Im-Im-Im-I’m a G, took her from the lame
Put her on that condo on that beach
All she needs, a-a-a-a-all she needs
Is a boss on my level who provides her every need
All I fiend is a queen in my presence
I can hold until I die a couple G’s in my bezel
I’m a boss

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
Still running the streets cause every day I’m hustling
Double MG went in and the streets is loving it
All this paper coming and my baby touching it
I pin her to the wall, you know this boy be bussin’ it
Fur coats in the winter, look like a polar bear
Stunting in the snow, these haters they can go somewhere
Indoor pool, outdoor pool, indoor court, tuggin’ Ray Jay moves
Seven Rolls Royces, pink slips like a boss
Champagne on her body, time to lick it off
Me and baby girl a winning combination
Ownership is my conversation
I’m a boss


[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

[Bridge]
(Talk to me)
Oh I’ll watch, you play
(What you saying baby?)
And I’ll do whatever you say
(Boss)
I’ll watch you play
And I’ll do whatever you say

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

[Nicki Minaj - Outro]
You could take it any way you want to
Daddy I promise that I’ll never disappoint you
Just watch how I make it my motherf-ckin point to
Get a raise, get a raise

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Monica Ft. Rick Ross - Anything (To Find You) Lyrics

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Monica Ft. Rick Ross - Anything (To Find You) Lyrics

as we proceed to give you what you need
as we proceed to give you what you need

like sweet morning dew
i took one look at you
and it was plain to see
you were my destiny

we the big bank boys on the boulevard
putting all the pretty girls in the pretty cars
thou shalt not f*ck with rosé pockets
feel a hundred shots when i pop it
i feel for you, vodka, rum on my arm
20 million teflon don, god bless
all the d boys on the rest
with my baby girl by my side, baby baby

i’ve been looking for someone special for a long, long time
someone that i can share my dream, someone i can call mine
and every night i’m wishing, hoping, that he’s only getting closer
cause i, oh i, gonna find you, want to know you

and i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

i’ve been there so many times from the guys in my head
and when i find somebody new, it don’t never lasts
and every night i’m wishing, hoping, that he’s only getting closer
cause i, oh i, gonna find you, want to know you

when i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

who shot ya? pow,
i guess it was cupid
golden arrow through the heart, let the blood drip
somebody call the doctor ’cause i’m lovesick
man, i don’ had it with this love shit
i’m done, just cause you make me come,
don’t mean that you’re the one
most dudes only good for their tongues
fuckin’ with the queen bee, it ain’t safe
(buzzing.. bees sound)
leaving a stinging in your face
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and i’m tired of being by myself
i need someone there, to give all of this love that i got
i’m open, won’t you come inside?
man, i promise that i will treat you better than right

gotta know,
is he out there some where?
is he out there waiting for me? for me?
is he out there some where?
is he out there waiting for me?

i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

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Rick Ross Money Maker Lyrics

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Rick Ross Money Maker Lyrics

[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
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[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..

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Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay - Finals

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay Finals Lyrics @ HipHopLyrics.Info

Song Quotes:

“We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball, Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called”

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay Finals Lyrics

Rick Ross – Finals Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called
Nniggas foul, but the referees dont get involved
Its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all
With the her-ion , nigga im Lebron (HUH)
Quarter millie for my car, and thats on the Quran
You running with me nigga, or you better run two
Ties for you pussies cause you know who number one
These bitches all on my dick, is it all of my cars,
They say my Audemar sick, just bought a ?
This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what you talk
100 million off the rip, the definition of boss
She can tell how I’m ballin, dat I’m just gettin started
Yea I took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits
Niggas DIEE everyday the time choppa comes out the closet
And I pride myself, I’m gettin money in the street
I ride myself, I’m the one you gotta see
I bring it straight to your door, do you like it Manolo
When you flashin that money, them people flashin your photo
Kno I’m fuckin these broads, cause I’m flashy as fuck
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Huh

My money on a another level (HUH)
My money on a another level (HUH)
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Meek Mill]
Hatin wid dem bitchs, dats a flagrant foul
I’m posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao
A nigga play, I want his head im talkin 80 thou
I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow
Ridin in a wiz a fortune, then I made a vow
I will never let these rapper niggas take a stow
My dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow
Throw a banana in the air ak then I make a smile
Blake Griffin on these niggas, rookie of the year,
This ordinary shittin on these niggas
And I heard that they be hating, I aint trippin on these niggas
Make it rain all these hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas
Ya
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks , they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me

My money on a another level
My Money on a another level
She fuckin ordinary niggas
your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Gunplay]
My track got umps, jumpin until it needs a crutch
Got birds flyin around, like mr 23 himself
You want to eat, I got the food
Nigga come and see the chef,
We aint playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps
Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now
When I get the Gucci, only 3note is the dial now
Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now
My heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive
I’m triple a arrogant ass attitude
100 down south, right down the last avenue
This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in
So pop your act and move it, if he can bring the shit in
Lebon 5.0′s white tee, hood rich
I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood bitch
And a whip the color the yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign
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[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
My money on a another Level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

My money on a another level
My money on a another level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

We gon call this the finals,
Cause I can have your ass finalized
HUH
We 25 million up nigga, Double M G the untouchable

Fuck boy, Fuck boy, Fuck boy
Still a fuck boy
We gettin money nigga
we gettin money nigga
I see you runnin nigga
I see you runnin nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dont want it nigga
We 1 hundred nigga
We 1 hundred nigga
100 million

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Rick Ross - Retro Super Future II

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Rick Ross Lyrics Retro Super Future II

[Rick Ross Verse 1]
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some b-tches and have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of p-ssy call it a drive by
I’ma slide by sippin on that high life
and my slippers jack triple where my five light
as a all-star I made so many highlights
touchdown field goal this my night
she the wild type ready for the wild night
are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type
I hope you are ’cause that mean a player all right
smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain
back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin’

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
I stay high while ya’ll stay low
tryna tell me ’bout the smell I know
but I stay red form all that smoke
the weeds with me everywhere I go
and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya’ll can roll,
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[Rick Ross Verse 2]
I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray
dickin her down for the few past days
she asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?
shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
f-ckin like its a porn in my recliner
lookin straight in the eyes, they show v-gina
shes a lair but damn she does it well
we on fire imagine what it’ll sell
all my homies are people that I admire
small click of real n-ggas smokin that fire
holdin’ my dick until the day that I expire
we and Wiz in the benz gettin’ higher
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[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
I’m in the right pair of Nike Airs
from gravel to marble I travel light years
Im like chyea Ima chill right chea
like the Mack 11 on me n-gga no fear
skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
waitin’ for the day Bob rose from the dead
in HD as I take an ounce to the head

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

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Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One

Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One Lyrics @ Hip Hop Lyrics

Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One Lyrics

Diddy]

You n-ggas paranoid,

I party gettin’ money

I know I’m the sh-t my janitor be getting money

I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view

got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe

pray for me, I grind everyday for it

if you see me riding in it, means I paid for it

Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours

I got money baby I could order 8 more

f-ck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more

I got a billion baby time to get 8 more

12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more

stack up all the cases of Ciroc on the 8th floor

Chorus

[ Rick Ross] (Diddy in brackets)

Got a hundred million

(its time to get another one)

How this Bugatti feel

(I may need me another one)

5 bad b-tches

(just got me another one)

P Diddy run the city

(never be another one)

5 mill cash

(and I need another one)

rocking a different Rollie

(no this not the other one)

Stacking a number gettin’ money

(n-gga number one)

real n-ggas run the city

(never be another one)

[Diddy]

these haters speculate

they always watching mine

she know what time it is

just like my watch line

my clothes line

the cologne b-tch

I know you smell this money sitting on this throne b-tch

I’m strong b-tch

I own sh-t

gave myself a ten digit bonus

I’m the money man, never financed

go get this money baby, with yo fine ass

if ya n-gga broke it’s time to get another one

if oyu b-tch is trippin’ time to get another one

I’m Puff Daddy b-tch there’ll never be another one

Bugatti Boyz forever one

Chorus

[Rick Ross]

I feelin’ the money

I’m lovin’ the paper

n-gga hate in the hood

took his hoe to Jamaica

if I let down the top

let the breeze in my beard

VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs

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my Columbian the man, holla beam me up Shawty

got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body

1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti

jewels like I’m Slick Rick

ballet shoes lade dade

I’m billin’ myself, b-tch you do the same

f-ck what I spend at the bar

you should see how I came

keep my b-tch at her best

with one foot in the trap

if I bust at your chest I bet thats a wrap

take that

Chorus

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