(T.I.) My garage is flawless under a hundred thou aint allowed Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud no denim on my seats, baby you gon' need
[Rick Ross] Two door Bugatti coupe I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers Smokin my favorite berry's F65 I call it Rihanna It got a red top but it's
Hell, I want to show how you all look like beautiful stars tonight You've got to feel it Aw, you soundin' good They say we can't be livin' like this
Smokin' the best spliff in a brand new Benz No ID on the track let the story begin, begin Yeah Lookin' in the mirror but I don't see much Starin' in
This is for the soldiers That see the sun at midnight You dig, let me slow down It's so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better
Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Rick
Intro -Barry White It feels so good You lying here next to me Oh, Rick ross 1st Verse I living underneath the telescope Ciroc in my margarita in mehico
[Chorus] You think you using me Like this games new to me But you ain't confusing me You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees But that
[Rick Ross - Verse 1] The minute I wake up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some bitches and have a good time A lot
Aaliyah: Yeahhh Mhmm Mhmm Rick Ross (Talking) You Know Sometime in Life Shit Get So Crazy, I Wanna Smoke One For My Nigga Peanut, Thats My Brother
This is K Fox, reporting live for WCCC Just in, a Haitian freighter has just been seized By the Miami Coast Guard with over 60 kilos Hidden aboard the
[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 he bought four
Boss Ricky Ross It's Triple-C Color cut clarity My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch
I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root. Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?" Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on
Ugh, there he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo [Chorus] 24's, John
Yeah, good looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga What? Trilla, realer to fuck niggas You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on