(feat. T.I.) [Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
[feat. Lil Wayne] [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone He wanna quote, he talking 9
in the life I can't let it go Whether that's right I will never know (ugh but here goes nothin) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] When I'm alone in my room sometimes
boy Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music Chevy, Chevy Ridin' High boy, Chevy Ridin High boy Chevy Ridin' High... Bumpin' gangsta music [Rick Ross
Lord forgive me for my sins, But may I strike down an get vengeance, Murder my homeboy, Why you doin like that, Niggas getting churched up, Time for
Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine sippin' Rose all along Double-
[Rick Ross:] We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball Sellin dope, we get a car and don't know what it's called Nniggas foul, but the referees
[Rick Ross] You know I stick to the script Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this (M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music) [Rick Ross - Chorus
Wanna Do Tonight? You Wanna Get Me In Tha Mood Tonight? Lick Me Down Low Do What You Like Just Make Sure I Get My Nut Tonight. [Rick Ross:] Ima Man That
baby mama bless the team Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby [Chorus] [Rick Ross
I go hard in da motherfuckin paint nigga Touch 8 nigga stuff it in da bank nigga Oder 20 bottle of da rose'a Tell that bitch I'm a motherfuckin poblem
used to get that inconceivable pop Rick Ross, go 'head and talk to 'em [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Two door Bugatti coupe I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers Smoking my favourite berry's F65 I call it Rihanna It got a red top
robbed at? Nigga on the same stage I say shit that you can't say, cause I ain't snitch I ain't bitch made! [Rick Ross:] David beat Goliath Triple black
never corrected me streets showed me no sympathy, automo my accessory, huh never accurate, i'm aiming at your acura, yeah heart rate accelerate on other
(feat. Meek Mill, Wale) 3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe
do) and you're well on your (But, I wish all nothing but happiness shorty,) way to the top [Rick Ross:] But there's something you forgot! [Rick Ross
Lonely I've Been Waiting For You I'm Pretending, and That's All I Can Do The Love I'm Sending Ain't Making It Through To Your Heart [Rick Ross:] I shed
