Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009) by Rick Ross (랩) on maniadb.com

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody riding big
I just sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen

(t-pain)
Realest xxxx i ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And i don`t plan on goin pro
Put that on my maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music

(kanye west)
Martin luie the king junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
B i was a lie he probly had a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on anything ye' poop on
Will explode cuz i am the xxxx and
This is my commode uh oh there they go
Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right?
So all that xxxx you talking dead coffin
Like the weed coughin new crib loftin
Where it`s at austin where is that texas
What`s in front benzes what else lexus
Well whos maybach is this mr. west`s

(t-pain)
Realest xxxx i ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And i don`t plan on goin pro
Put that on my maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music

(rick ross)
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum crib meak custodians
Shades or no shades bees made of rhodium
Used to be the o-smoke hoes call it o-lo
Now i got so many horses xxxxxxx call me polo
Fifty seven sixty two tell me how you wanna move
Ya you know i got them both beat yuh xxx black and blue
I was barely getting pretty women now i scoup emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winner fended in em like a slender nigga
Lookin in the mirror i can see the real contender
Celery for even gregory im on my dinner
So what the xxxx was you tellin me other than your gender
Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four
Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea ross

(t-pain)
Realest xxxx i ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And i don`t plan on goin pro
Put that on my maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music

(weezy)
Well alright haha
All black maybach im sittin in the asshole
Classy as a mutha still gutta like a bad blow
Benjamin franklin on ex how dat cash roll
Dats right them billz due like damn clothes
I eatcha meal to we dont feel you
And we be strappin up like the navy seals do
Sweet as a bannana split everytime i peel through
Fresher than will smith and uncle phil too
Watchin t.v. in the maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough actin' tinactin
I'm runnin this ish you should try tacklin
Lil wayne in one word immaculate
You see the biggie see the jada 2 pac and him
The curt cobain and andre 3 stacks
And then im back to doin shitt
Like i do sing maybach musik

(t-pain)
Realest xxxx i ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And i don`t plan on goin pro
Put that on my maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music


Lyrics by camcam

Justice League
It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this
Maybach music

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it
This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it
I'm living it

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile
Try to figure out my style, baby, that will take a minute
But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid

So we back to playin' tennis
We been goin' back and forth
She the one that I adore
So I tried it in aurar

Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream
I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens
I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a G
I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me

All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs
Fresh outta flight school 'cause I'm fly right here
Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air
If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares?

My money long, my nigga, my money strong
If you ain't gettin' money
Dat mean you done somethin' wrong

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it in
This living is so magnificent
Stop dreaming it, I'm living life

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles
Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes
And I never phone ahead
All she do is hear the pipes

Project bitches, upscale kittens
Fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits
Maybach money, so I always had a vision
I would always tell ma niggas but ain't nobody listened

Words work magic, haters wreak havoc
There ain't nothin' on my back but the delicates of fabrics
I made a transition from the thieves
To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen

Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring
Sean Don for my crew
Bad hoes in pursuit, masspike on a two
Gunplay, he a glue goon wit a attitude

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Go in tha way, two ends away
This livin' is so magnificent
Stop dreaming it, I'm living life

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
When I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile
Nigga, you a clown, here's the number you should dial
Ye start wit 305 but we end at four pounds

Stop at [Incomprehensible]
Old pound for life is a [Incomprehensible]
All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down
Money is a must tommy guns on a bus

Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck
Wear red all the time but really I'm color blind
Wanna catch my attention, nigga, throw up a dollar sign
One time for tha Crips, young G's buyin' cribs
And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip

The game never change, money still a focal
But it's time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total
Like Rev Run in the tub still smokin'
In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland

Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
Gold emblem with two M's in it
This living is so magnificent
Stop dreaming it, I'm living life

Oh, I, I can show you
Show you better than I can tell you
I, I can show you, oh, I

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'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush

You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'

You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects

Seventeen, tryna man up
Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods
All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg
People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug

Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free
On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef
I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule
I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool

I don't owe you niggas nothin'
Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin'
Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer
Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer

Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future
Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral
Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the seven
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven

Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush

You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'

You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects

And still my talent is yet to be challenged
Had new jet with my own pilot
No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled
My mom stressin' college but my crude sense of logic
Did a lude to my empty wallet

Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord
Which could mean a sentence up north
Where the homie was but back then
Doe was like a hoard it goldie love, it didn't exist
And office foley cuffs was after my wrists

Was not Beverly hills where we chilled
Imagine this, the nas 'n' rith had to get from rags to rich
I used to stand on rooftops, with two glocks
Figurin' how do I turn my timbalands to clocks

Now reptiles was left out about a watch
What is you thinkin'? Murk you
Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me
If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans
Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest Jamiacans

Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush

You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'

You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects

If you ballin' physics, nigga money never flow
Meanin' every day I'm livin', tryna stay on flow
Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross
Handlers managin' money, they never come across

I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved
AK47s singin' win or by sum or you fall?
I dealt with brawls and those willin' to sell their soul
Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes

Ask ma feddi grow, fuck a feet of spaghettio's
I'm club poppin' in Cali shout out to Ariel
Somebody dim the lights, triple black tuts
'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up

I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence
Get their baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits
Ma nigga got a dub an' love to do the push ups
I got a million cash tryna get the kush up

Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush

You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'

You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects

Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush

You know us we the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'

You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects

Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap

(feat. The-Dream)

[THE-DREAM]

All I want



[RICK ROSS]

Every time I call she just come

Cuz every time I call she get to cum

Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done

When I used to keep a roll of dem bitches like which one (one one)

(its the boss)



(radio killaaaaa)



Its 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 the coolest cars

Sophmore year had a 1st minaj

Better dc like go barrack

Girl drunk it like a fiji and she blowed my socks

Every night she comin thru for me to fuck that

Found out she had a man I holla fuck that

Better give dat boy a bus pass

I see no competition baby girl a must have

My letters hinted on my mustache

The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass

Good dick may a chick wanna cut class

The way I'm knockin on the door they call it trespass

She my dime not the one I wanna curse at

Lookin fine real diamonds on a cutglass



[CHORUS]

People call you blind (people call you blind)

But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)

Your all thats I'm my mind (oooo yeaahhh)

All you need is me girlllllll



[HOOK]

All a nigga really want is you

All a nigga want is you [x4]



Who can hit it more faster

Im talkin authentic orgasms

Film that play it on a big plasma

Back to work juss a little bit faster

She say life is a journey

I need mine juss like my atourney

I get sued like a nigga switch shoes

Long money but he gotta a quick fuse

Ride slow but I'm in a quick car

Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture

Baby girl my money good

Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood

Time to give that boy a bus pass

I see no competition girl a must have

She shines like a diamond

Motivation for morinin



[CHORUS]



[HOOK X4]



Swade pea coat with the gucci trim

Knew it was him by the gucci brim

We gotta do it B I G

I'm tryna hit the lottery in V I P

Green leafs in my shot glass

All night soul team had cirrock add

Aint nothin you can tell me

I'm on them hills like I'm jonathan kelsy

Told her friends that she felt me

We mad love thru the love hate lp

You my josephene baker

May need morphene the deeper that I take her

I'm a back breaker another text bracket

Benz maybach her

Green bay packa

My life a movie so tonight thats where to jack her



[CHORUS]



[HOOK X4]

This is mafia music
And a Maybach that is
Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby
Boss

[Avery Storm:]
The last bird flew the coup
I lose the roof
Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now I can't slow it down
Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down

[Rick Ross:]
Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch
Every bird boss take it to another notch
Bitch I'm busy baby go and suck another cock
Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock
Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot
Guns in the attic mama help me put 'em up
She'll pull 'em down, tell you quick to hit 'em up
Load a hundred rounds, bring it back she'll fill it up
Like the time when them niggas payed us counterfeit
He count chips but that trick may have got 'em flip
We ain't playing man slang for them dollar bills
Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill

[Chorus: Avery Storm]
Miami nights,
I'm livin' the life
Because I'm rich off cocaine
Because I'm rich off cocaine
The last bird flew the coup
I lose the roof
Ain't nothing but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now I can't slow it down
Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down

[Rick Ross]
How you seen a kilo started at a eight ball
First 48 to homicide ain't soft
Comin' from where hoes fuck ya for your paint job
Catch a case and daddy let you know you can't call
Coppin' 20 ki's gotta be finicky
I got a tendency to send 'em up to Tennessee
Black Infinity to condo right on Venice Beach
I watch 'em snort a powder all while I'm chillin' sippin tea
Lemons and honey, millions and money
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, specifically homey
My women imported, I'm never extorted
I'm very important, 20 grand for the mortgage

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Baby mamas I hate 'em
They just want you to pay 'em
I'm in love with my babies
Maybe mad that I'm famous
Don't be raisin' your voice
That's another retainer
Know you missin' a nigga
Know you missin' that anal
Know you missin' that Prada
How we did the regatta
She miss callin' me daddy
Daddy drippin' in dollars
Daddy did it in Vegas
Yeah I gotta connect
I get em ten a piece as long as I keep it correct
Vacation to Haiti
It nearly broke my heart
Seein' kids starve I thought about my Audemar
Selling dope ain't right
I put it on my life
Chickens put me in position to donate the rice

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum petron come take shots with a boss

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa

[Rick Ross]
Girl I'm bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
Shorty what's on your brain, cause whatever is clever
Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
never shopping in clearance, don't make me embarrased
She never a bird, but baby my parrot
Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
My house is her home, I made her a palette
Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
Shawty brace yourself, it's only getting better

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
See shawty laid back, so we laid up
When I fade to black, we always made up
This shit ain't made up, look what I'm made of
Look what I made brah, don't owe no favors
Have 700s, first one to get it
My car's a virgin, first one to hit it
Hit the rim shop, get 'em to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money, I'm talking slick
I hope she ride me, I'm talking stick

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
I'm too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
Man ain't treating you right his bank account can't be in sight
Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
No need to lie, baby you need to fuck

[Robin Thicke]
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
Na na na na naaa

I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
Well, that's somethin' I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face
Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped

Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin'
Hundred rounds in da drum

Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'ma boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, what it do
He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
That's love, we go back to the blue house
And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house

My Maserati be da new body
Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying

My nigga so street, my swisha so sweet
All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep
Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil
Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc
I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink
Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road
In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor
When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor
Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed

Brisco line to young nigga, what it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go back to da blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying

Nigga how I'm livin', damn near dying
For every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout that
I aint never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme
I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga
Never seen a laptop in da projects nigga
Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics
Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga don't want this
Who dat, who dat behind the curtain
I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz niggas

Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shit
It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line
Said he got a couple nuns, I told him
Grab two koo, bring 'em on through

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying

To deal with a dude like me baby
you gotta be the H B I C
The Head Bitch in Charge
calling all the shots baby
Can't be scared to gamble
gotta role the dice
Feel Me Scared
money don't make none
Shawty look I know my ego
looking 40 foot
Big chain not talking bout
the naughty look
Ming guardedness'
I'm going for the sparty look
he young
And rich and bitch that go
without an argument my kicks
Brown now I'm looking for
Rihanna nem
Smoke junkie kush funkier
than Parilament
What's the problem then
girl fuck ya apartmint
Move in with me on the beach
now you top ten
You could do the spa see the new
These my feelings
and I'm really
feeling who you are
Baby light brown
with the right smile first lady
And she ready for the white house
Baby you
do shine just like I do
just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows
you're the boss's girl
My diamond
envy of all your friends
These moves that we're making
got us on top of the world
You're the boss's girl oooh
Baby you're The Boss's Girl
Baby you're The Boss's Girl
Stretch limonzines
tall waterfalls
valley at the crib
my cars I love'em all
boss lady she the head
bitch in charge
She ask for head first
so she gets it off the top
champagne pop
rubber band knots millionaire
I know that other man not
let her call the shots
She want me on the top
and the way I want it
It'll be a month before I stop
Kinda walk funny
stumble out the pad
Snap of her finger niggas
picking up her tab
walking through the mall
Got me carrying her bags
I gotta pause cause the
mutherfucker bad
Baby you
do shine just like I do
just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows
you're the boss's girl
My diamond
envy of all your friends
These moves that we're making
got us on top of the world
You're the boss's girl oooh
Baby you're The Boss's Girl
Baby you're The Boss's Girl
Cruising down Collins
knocking Trick Daddy
When I'm upset
all my niggas trigger happy
Do me a favor watch your behavior
Cause them insanes will
send you straight to your savior
Looking at my savings
baby I can save ya
Take ya para sailing
straight to Jamaica
ya man a bot boy
What the bumble clot
you deserve better 6 car garage
Come in late night airport
as I take flight
I'm your air jordan
we the world champs
come and ball with us
Gotta take my time my time
when I put it all her
Baby you
do shine just like I do
just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows
you're the boss's girl
My diamond
envy of all your friends
These moves that we're making
got us on top of the world
You're the boss's girl oooh
Baby you're The Boss's Girl
Baby you're The Boss's Girl

I fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em twice
I fuck 'em three times, change your life

Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz
With a real nigga in it, ride if you wanna win
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face

Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang
That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face

Sellin' dope, countin' money keeps my dick hard
Time to bust it wide open for a big boy
Big yellow thang, all black boots
Money like Mariah, Rihanna hair due

Mind on the money but this bitch so fine
Took my eyes off the money, watch this bitch the whole time
Mind on the money but this nigga so fly
Time to jump up in that Benz and ride that thang the whole time

I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
Doing twenty miles per hour 'cause I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
Sittin' at the green light 'cause I'm gettin' face

Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz
With a real nigga in it, ride if you wanna win
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face

Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang
That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face

I does it like a boss every time I pull it out
'Cause she catch it like a glove but it's all over her mouth
Excellent face, excellent pase
Number one nigga, baby, you got excellent taste

Nice condo, I'm talking forty flows
It's only me and Gucci maybe forty hoes
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
If I fuck 'em more than once, baby gettin' lace

She gotta car, she gotta job
She's a lucky girl, my shinning star

Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz
With a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face

Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thangs
That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face

Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang
That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
Sittin' at the green light 'cause I'm gettin' face

I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face
I fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em twice
I fuck 'em three times, change your life

The meek shall inhieret the earth
That's what the bible says
I need it.

Walk like a giant
Talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed destined for a triumph
David or Galaith
Hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desire
Embrace my empire
Batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon be the devil
Be him cause im clever
Beat him at whatever
You never was a G nigga unit ain't even together
New York's unified down south love that
When we get to shine? motherfuckers where the love at?
Real niggas getting money betta log on
Think the games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone [damn]
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off there's only one to call on.

Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy

Yeah

I murdered all of my foes contract killing
Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it living with perellis
Should of check ya rear view made a better resonance
Wack yayo caught him slipping while he snort dust
Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano
With niggas pay me the model
Sway Louis on my feet still running the street
And I never missed a heartbeat

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothing
And why they calling it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama telling me stop it
Got 1 over 50
50 you better watching

Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves
Beat the case like orinfa
Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest advance I'ma kill ya
Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggas in a Bentley

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothing
And why they calling it riches
I'm addicted to watches
Mama telling me stop it
Got 1 over 50
And keep 50 in my pocket

Limousines for the don I'ma three as the charme
Flee red carpet chilling e on my arm
Purple rain smoking haze smoking weed call it purple brain
I'm in the purple label daddy got a purple heart
Not in the service but I'm swerving in a purple car
Whats the bitch needed all changed
I go and buy a new one cause I'm sport man

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothing
And why they calling it riches
I'm addicted to watches
Mama telling me stop it
You know I'm totin the rocket
So don't make a nigga popping