Rick Ross Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics

Rick Ross Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics

(Ft. Nas)

[Intro]
Its time to take it to the other side
The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit

I'm not a star
But that's a lie
I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
Spoke on a homocide
Amongst other things
Even shared my triple beam dreams

[Verse 1 : Nas]
A project minded, individual criminal tactics
Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day, we f-cking survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to my peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalize
In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
Where I'm from, ain't far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan
A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
I brought it back to poppy, ain't tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder he has faith in Nases
Ambition's to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62's they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
Picturin' piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for p-ssy cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur I got my grades there
Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse and so I was
Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love
Evil the secret life of G's
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

[Chorus : Rick Ross]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbor

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
F-ck boy talking outta turn nigga
In a court room spraying like a germ nigga
25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool
Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
F-ck boy, you caught up in my dream
Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine
I'm the Source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z blue magic nigga, what! what!
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I'm gettin' high
Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys
F-ck boy talking outta turn nigga
'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a f-ck face
F-cking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out
Kill 'em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ball
Phantom drop head shit, I had to get 'em all
Niggas hate but they know they never get involved
Food on my plate, f-ck 'em all like a
Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality
I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
I got a plan nigga just believe in me
Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

[Chorus : Rick Ross]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

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Rick Ross Ring Ring Lyrics

Rick Ross Ring Ring Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, I’m 'bout to leave the studio bout 2:30 baby
You can just hit me back then, you know what I’m sayin’?
I'mma pick up for you

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it's time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you're tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’mma let my phone ring ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds are forever, she my b!tch forever
Had my back forever, I was in that trap forever
All the lonely nights, I was chasin’ cheddar
Now I got her movin’ white, now it’s like whatever
Put down that bus pass she got her some Porsche keys
Got her a Birkin bag, earrings for 40 G’s
Sex keep on getting better, cause she keep getting wetter
Got her that sexy condo, nothing can separate us
When I’m in Chi-Town, I’m just a call away
Or on the West Coast, lost like I’m Marvin Gaye
I put up the Phantom, time to chill in Atlanta
She say I’m her future before she peel off them panties

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Diamonds are forever, she my b!tch forever
Crib big as Turner Field so you know we rich forever
Diamonds in a bezel, smokin’ on this leather
No my grind couldn’t be better, and she thick as ever
I got killers in Decatur, as well as Dade County
She in cribs with elevators, as well as water fountains
How we move can’t be debated, the hustle well rounded
Talking square feet, master suite, 12,000

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

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Rick Ross MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics

Rick Ross MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics

(Ft. Pharrell, Meek Mill & Stalley)

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 1 : 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]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 2 : 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, b!tches 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, that's just me
I smash the beat..

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 3 : 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 f-ck 'em 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 ? on the Ghost
I'm screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let 'em cross the line at scrimmage they get f-cking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a Russian
was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don't f-ck 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 ?
I'm gone!

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 4 : 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]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

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Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

[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 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 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 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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Drake - Lord Knows Lyrics

Lord Knows Lyrics Drake

[Intro]
All we wanted was opportunity
Just Blaze, Lord Knows!

[1^st Verse - Drake]
It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?
So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom
And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all
But that's just the result of me paying attention
To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention
Even a couple p0rn stars that I’m ashamed to mention
But Weezy and Stunna are my only role models
Heffer and Jordan are my only role models
That's why I walk around with all this gold on
And every time I run into these niggas they want no problems
Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
All of the little accents that make me a king
I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
But it's whatever if somebody wan' make it a thing
I'm more concerned what niggas thinkin' about Christmas in August
Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
Get some shake a brick in the press
And chef it like Mrs. Fields they’re making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I'm workin' overnighters right by the motel
Drug money, outfit record clean
Spend it all on me and my f-cking team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
Places they say they’ve been, we’ve actually going for real
I'm really killin' shit, f-ck all the jiggy rappin'
I'm going trigga happy just to see my niggas happy
Mixtape legend, underground kings
Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things
With my new bitch that's living in Palm Springs
Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams
They take the greats from the past and compare us
I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
In a time where it’s recreation
To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations
I know of all the things that I hear they be pokin' fun at
Never the flow though, they know I run that
Fuck you all, I claim that whenever
I change rap forever, the game back together, yup
YM, I remain that forever
In the same place my brother Wayne that forever
I'm a descendent of either Marley or Hendrix
I haven't figured it out cause my story is far from finished
I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me
I know that showing emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy
Know that I don't make music for niggas who don't get pussy
So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me
Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up
Roll the ?, it's time that somebody paid up
A lot of niggas came up off of a style that I made up
But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of?
Bought a white Ghost, now shit is gettin' spooky
Very, very scary, like shit you see in the movies
In this bitch all drinks on the house like Snoopy
That's why all the real soldiers salute me
Trill nigga, for real

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
You know I love this
YOLO, You Only Live Once
I'm going so hard my nigga, I swear homie
Everyday is another opportunity to reach that goal
[2^nd Verse - Rick Ross]
I fell in love with the pen, started fucking in ink
The hustle's an art, I paint it what I would think
Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica
Villa on the water with the wonderful views
Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews
Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival cruise
And these niggas talkin' like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes
It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar
Every by week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car
Murder-cedes Benz of that bubble double R
Headlights flickin', lookin' like a fallin' star
Everyday them hammers bang, with VA like anime
I run the game but the ladies think I'm running game
Mink coats making women wanna fornicate
Rosay and Drake, I'm gettin' cake, nothin' short of great

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Ace Hood - Body 2 Body (Remix) Lyrics

Ace Hood Ft. Rick Ross, Wale, Chris Brown, DJ Khaled - Body 2 Body (Remix) Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Ace Hood Ft. Rick Ross, Wale, Chris Brown, DJ Khaled - Body 2 Body (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro : DJ Khaled]
Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends
And we can be friends, this the remix

[Hook - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body, body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body, body to body

[Ace Hood]
What it do lil' mama, I was thinking we'd get more acquainted
Baby this the g-mix we get heated leave them panties ain't it?
She say her last was super wack his sex was overrated
Gotta give her da good I'm liking da wood and now it's over lady
I give her that pound game, then I slows it up
Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff
See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass
If it's wet enough I might just need a wine glass
Ha, I'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds
A house on my pinky, we body 2 body, I keep me a hottie
She kinky as hell, get it off in the lobbies

[Hook - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body, body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body, body to body

[Rick Ross]
Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right
Mean a lot more to me, check me out

[Verse 1]
You only live once, tonight we do it twice
Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right
Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
My tommorrow braxton, doin' shows too
Paid well, like she supposed to, I'm a made man
I'm into old school, no jewels which is ruff for me
But she's so cool, I kiss her carefully
Emergency room, she was there for me
Right back on my feet, I swear I'd never leave

[Hook]
(DJ Khaled interrupts the hook)
this is... remix

[Wale]
Seven at height and you would be that tall but
Ya see all we got is tonight and I ain't tryna see that far, all we need is convienient love
And I don't mean convo when I say I wanna know how deep you are
heheh, look

[Verse2]
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
You could ask me all you want, but my name ain't oh my god
Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap
She scratchin' all on my back, jawn like fuckin' up my new tats

Girl work it out, spread it out like work of mouth
You know I'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out
Now we body to body, go inside and she shakin'
Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation
I ain't really been trickin' but ms. body's persuasive

Keep yo mind out my business, I keep yo body in labels
And I'm stuntin' once expired my movements gordo
my penn stated I ain't lying, shout out Mr. Paterno

Word up... wale

[Hook]
(DJ Khaled interrupts the hook)

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
(this the remix..)
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
(we da best music)
We can be body to body, body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But we should be (ace hood) body to body
Body to body, body to body

We the best (maybach music group tag) remix

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Mary J Blige - Why Lyrics

Mary J Blige - Why Lyrics Ft. Rick Ross

Mary J Blige - Why Lyrics

[Mary J Blige]
I've been logging in my bed, running til my eyes are red
We both said that things will change
But it's still the same shade of gray
I get mad you walk away
When it all just start to fade
I know you're fed up so am I
But we just can't say goodbye
Boy, you know I love
But I just can't go on no more
Feelin' this way

[Chorus]
You got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right?
Just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right
No matter how hard we try

[Rick Ross]
I got her looking at me sideways
Live every night like it's a Friday
My conversations are so monumental
Licking on her ear, I'm whispering a couple riddles
She fell in love with my technique
I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets
We both coming from the same place
All in her both coming at the same place
Still on my dope boy swag
Top down on my Cam'ron, Oh boy swag
Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
You the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby

[Chorus]
Got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right?
Just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right
No matter how hard we try

[Mary J Blige]
Can't we turn love around
We build it up to break it down
If you knew the way I feel
You would know that this love is real
But live in heaven, go to hell then
Go right back, across the lesson
Tired of stressin', get the message
I can't live in this depression no more
Boy, you know I love you
But I just can’t go on feeling like this no more

[Chorus]
Got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right?
Just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right
No matter how hard we try

Back on my own again…

Mary J Blige Ft. Rick Rozay Why Lyrics

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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

Rick Ross You The Boss Lyrics

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Monica - Anything Find You) Lyrics

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

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

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?
http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/monica-anything-find-you-lyrics.html
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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Monica 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

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
http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/monica-anything-to-find-you-lyrics.html
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 - Reebok Back

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Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz Reebok Back Lyrics

reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all that they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
black and the white, highs and the lows,
..they glow!
got me looking at the laces,
only money i’m chasing,
got a mike on the classic before i …
they’re screaming: reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/rick-ross-reebok-back.html
they started rocking the classics
they started rocking the….
but now i’m rocking the… because i rock what i want!
…back in the back, rose gotta drop in the front,
i’m there to be a billionaire like ride on top of the mud.
i’m.. i’m with the triple…
and my mind is already swagging on my enemies!
got ‘em kamikaze ….
….told me…. made it i say….
swagging on and put my wrist on the… the morning is gone,
but i get a six hundred bill so i could….
these youngers are loving my style,
i gotta ‘em calling me….
sometimes i ask my own self….
i’m going…..
put my name on the …in the game with the flame, i ride that….
.. i was trained to spin this thing and make it back!
i’m staging my dream, chasing my kamikaze ….

reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all that they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
black and the white, highs and the lows,
..they glow!
got me looking at the laces,
only money i’m chasing,
got a mike on the classic before i …
they’re screaming: reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all they’re really screaming
is that reebok back! (x2)

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Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay - Finals

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay Finals Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

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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Meek Mill feat Rick Ross & Wale - Pandemonium

Meek Mill feat Rick Ross & Wale Pandemonium Lyrics @ RapSongLyrics.Blogspot.Com

Meek Mill Pandemonium Lyrics

3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
straight flights

[Rick Ross]
I live by the cold war
drove from round the globe
all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
general electric, perfected, cooking them O’s
no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas
standing flat footed, I’m on my toes
froze, pandemonium overdose
paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff
playing for keeps I buss in ‘em ‘fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
welcome to organised crime
money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times
the ’45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?
my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I’m slipping off in the synagogue
issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I’ve been a boss
counting money stacks, your’s counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn’t
went against the odds, its only one Rozay
my n-gga OKAY
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/meek-mill-feat-rick-ross-wale.html ]
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
million in the trunk
started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it

[Meek Mill - Verse 2]
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
on the grind 24/7 I’m with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget
money knocking at the front door I’m like “who is it?”
it’s Benjy, tell my lil n-gga “goin get it”
cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I’m spend it
I’m like one’s for the money, two’s for the show of it
three’s for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it
four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it
you would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in
look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We’s part the reason that them Churches got some services
the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
n-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it
f-ck ya girl, give her back I’m courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
wanna f-ck em all
had my n-ggas down so I’m screaming f-ck the law
monday night wrestling, I’m so f-cking raw
she gon wipe me down, I’m gon brush her off
I’m way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speak
word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
for the low that 9 cheap
call me if you want it, haters see me
and I’m staying got ‘em sick to they stomach

[Chorus]

[Wale]
Whole time, see that fly sh-t I’ve been on
all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
thats game b-tch aint sh-t
nudies? and some J six
where I’m from it’s cold
and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
they say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down
so all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about
catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad
bitch I got a right to brag
bitch I got a right to boast
presidential suite and bitch
and I never use my right to vote
my vision enormous, my bitch’s is gorgeous
and I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
that boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor
I’m known as Obama’s don’t I know no-one in congress
these bitches love me all the way, u got sorta’s and kinda’s
sort of remind you, why you don’t call no vagina
lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
quietly becoming a top ten
you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere
?, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y’all n-ggas is Eric Crouch
what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself
I can see your album coming
that shits like a sucker punch
here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch
dinner time she bring a friend
write my sh-t so vicious
y’all are like snitches you can’t see the pen
always on some new sh-t CNN
sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen

[Chorus]

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Rick Ross - Money Maker

Rick Ross Money Maker Lyrics @ RapSongLyrics.Blogspot.Com

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
[ found on http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/rick-ross-money-maker.html ]
[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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