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
On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money... [Adlibs: Rick Ross] Ace I see you nigga Trilla You m o b now nigga You untouchable [Verse: Rick
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
(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]
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
Rick Ross] Got on my suede shoes, I'm in a great mood That baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta St. Louis Know she shining bright, got on my cartier
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
(performed by Wale & Rick Ross) (feat. Jeremih) [Chorus: Jeremih] I apologize I don?t recollect your name (Oooh, baby I don?t know your name) But lemme
's on Wednesday 23 in my Benz eh You know I love them 6?s especially on my bitches 13?s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I
(feat. T-Pain & Rick Ross) [DJ Khaled:] We the best def jam I introduce you to Ace Ace let's get money [T-Pain & Rick Ross:] Cash flow... (haha) It'
(feat. Rick Ross) Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys
[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