Rick Ross Lyrics

Riding around in my old whip while I'm shouting out to my old hoes

Speaking on them like what's the deal

They been spreading rumors them low blows

Talking how I ain't fresh as fuck

I been running around in these olds clothes

Shell toes and my beanie on Adidas suit and this gold rope

My closet space has been taken

Mall shops have been raided

Taking over so unforgiving can't see it all because I'm faded

Bitch I got the hoe that you chasing

Ain't got time to give you no statement

She'll be here today then gone tomorrow while you attempt to try and save her

See I'm taking her down lay her flat on her back

Fucking her once then I'm running it back

Treating her body like doctors and shit

I have never been pussy but fluent at that

Do what I do better get it correct

Handle your business don't live with regret

Got you a problem a semi or tech will solve any problem you want to defeat

This the shit that I do at home

I don't talk a lot so you'd never know

Been stacking money since day one

Just plant a seed and then let it grow

This chain I got shit solid gold

Won't take it off won't let it go

Been holding down for my home team

That's Big League just so you know

I'm into rap

Real shit

Easy on the eyes like Brad Pitt

Money going to come I know this

I stick to the script like post-its

To hate on a nigga makes no sense

To fight over gash that's bullshit

It's too many fish in the sea to be fighting for shit that I get by the threes

Yeah

Alright I'm back to work and my overtime

My nine to five and my five to nine

What part of that you don't understand

Took time off but that's for the fam

So we can visit out Jeter land

That city where the bright lights blind a man

We'll be young forever like Peter Pan

I'm flying around high style

First class sipping on Mai Tai's

We winning now lets high five

So linked that a nigga gets Wi-Fi

I swerve on a hoe like bye bye

Make this look easy ha ha

See raps my calling why lie

I'm at you neck like bow ties

Yeah

So you still want to bet that the boy won't make it

Niggas hear this and they just can't take it

What more can I say to change it

Light that blunt put it in rotation

Now peep this let me state my cases

I'm so wild that I might need cages

Yet so tamed that I see high places

If you really been wanting to fuck with a nigga then now is the time to go

Cause I been making this music

I love what I'm doing and soon I am going to blow

Once it has happened and someone has backed him to get him you probably going to need some dough

Not to be bougie or nothing

My time it is coming and I just thought you should know

Bomb