Rick Ross, Loyd, street life Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't nothin' but
Lloyd) [Chorus: Lloyd] Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life , nothin' but the street life
Übersetzung: Rick Ross. Street Life.
Chorus: Lloyd] Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life , nothin' but the street life They
Blood Money We talkin drug money It's drug money It's drug money Drug Money [Rick Ross:] Hammers in the Hummers Sticks in the lids Sweets in the trunk Streets
: (feat. Pitbull, Rick Ross and Trick Daddy) [Dj Khaled:] I Work My Whole Life For I Mean I Seen So Many Road Blocks So Many Devils In My Way But To
: (feat. Rick Ross) [Nelly:] Noo wayy U ain't him Stop it, within right now U ain't him Here I is, sorry to keep u waitin, but now am back with more
keys, Holla at them haitians, let them know this licks on me. What's up? Dade. [Rick Ross:] [Intro:] You see him. You see him. Ross. You see him
of Dade (Trick Daddy) Born n raised, born, born n raised (And when I ride, I ride for 305) Born, born n raised in the County of Dade (Rick Ross) (Pitbull
lookin like somebody pottied on it I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new Bugatti I'm just ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross
I'm going wit' my life. As I'm steppin on the brake and hangin a sharp right. Did my thing in the streets, seen in the streets. See me at the park on
a balla then the hundred's gon' fly (CURRENCY) That's what I'm talkin bout Stacks to the sky We want twenty, tens, n fives [x2] [Verse: Rick Ross] I
Welcome to the streets You can't get in without me I'm presidential, Obama painted the Vogues black Toping in the Chevy, top rolling back My life a motion
won't ever live as long as me End of the bullet where the karma be Why you wanna try to come talk to me Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G Journalists
family, your friends Your tech can carry Knock your paws off sync Left you flat like a soft drink Got more styles than Diana Ross swing Zone like Rick
we came in Money didn't come in, hell we went in A miracle, no time lyin homie Time for crime homie, time for dyin homie Chorus(2x) Rick Ross: its truly
