[feat. Rick Ross] I got a house on my face, custom made glasses Lays on the [?], ashes to ashes, valee to vessel Known as an Aston, the oz [?], homie
it Everybody know (I'm a motherfucking monster) I'm a need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fucking hands at the concert
death Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet! You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too
can hold a fucking body 1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti Jewels like I'm Slick Rick Ballet shoes lade dade I'm billin' myself, bitch you do the same Fuck
not a dream baby (radio killa killa killa) Or is it a dream [RICK ROSS] She graduated from the school of arts Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks Roughest niggas with
have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes. And
rollin' with this cash flow Put the H in the hood Put a 1 on the good put a slab on the wood Me and Ross doin' good 100 million dollars nigga hangin'
fucked up I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up, but everybody fucks up Now this southern nigga lucked up Telling me and my click don't give a fuck
(feat. R. Kelly) [Intro: Rick Ross {R. Kelly}] Legendary, Runners, You Know Me, {o ooooh, o ooooh}, Trilla, {o ooooh, o ooooh} [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
with my steal You pussy ass How you figure it will linger Take your bitch on Jenny Jones Then beat your ass on Jerry Springer Don't fuck with it Or get
I don't recollect your name (Oooh, baby I don't know your name) But lemme tell you that them heels really compliment your frame (look at your body baby
and hit me with the recoup Goddammit I'm still in the dope spot Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car? Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch
deniero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy, party because it's the [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24's on
I have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
fine fish, with a slight lime twist, Veggies on the side of course, Kush appetizers. Let your Mercedes chill, Roll with a Navy SEAL. This the Yacht Club, Wodie trust me? Your
the deniero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy, party because it's the [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24's on