stacks, nigga Convertible purp, ya I let my hat back, nigga Lamborghini's and Mazerattis for mediocres When the lease over back to the streets soldier Call cold shoulder mike make me
, bread stacks nigga Convertible purp ya I let my hat back nigga Lamborghinis and mazerattis for mediocrhes When the lease over back to the streets soldier Call cold shoulder mike make me
Übersetzung: Rick Ross. Diese Me.
nigga, bread stacks nigga Convertible purp ya I let my hat back nigga Lamborghinis and mazerattis for mediocrhes When the lease over back to the streets soldier Call cold shoulder mike make me
down Sakala mami show me how to get down Ompalaka where them boys get down Juke with ya boy dat 305 Grind mo killin it, I'm so high Rick ross shawty fixin
lady, I am the 80's baby Shawty wanna fuuuuuuuuccckkkk, Call it making looooooovvveee, I know she wanna touch me, Tell me that you love me, She can't
me, turn your back on me But you'll regret it, that's right you messed up homie You should've killed me. [Rick Ross:] When ya hatin on me cause I'm elevatin
me, turn your back on me But you'll regret it, that's right you messed up homie You should've killed me. [Rick Ross:] Why ya hatin on me cause I'm elevatin
: (feat. Rick Ross) [Rick Ross:] My Paint Wet, I Ride Slow, The Girl Sweat, While My A/C Cold, Stand Up Guy, But My Top Fold Black Card, 50 Cash For
: [feat. Rick Ross] [Rick Ross:] My passion for money and women Is everlastin ain't no limit to how much we spendin Ain't it fantastic but my champion
: [feat. Rick Ross & T.I.] Yeah Yeah Dirty Money Ricky Ross [Rick Ross:] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read Pretty face, thin waist with
what it is [Rick Ross:] I got a certain habit purchasing automobiles Watch her honey carries this water outta my ears Walk up in this body... Rebel
Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession
give me the go ahead What's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead [Rick Ross:] It's the boss You know we global DJ Khaled
Money And I'm a count it till they come for me The feds hate it They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies I'm puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
This for my strippers gettin black plastic bag money We talkin that bad money, that i.r.s can tax money ya dig me [Rick Ross] Jus made a hundred of
