RICK ROSS – Yella Diamonds

[Hook: x2]
My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it’s bling bling

[Verse 1:]
I’m back to trappin’ like I’m ‘posed to, nigga
Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, nigga
Chasing my money like I’m Oprah, nigga
From Dade County now mansions and Boca, nigga
Now bring that drama that you spokin’, nigga
Ain’t no water drippin’ out this super soaker, nigga
Go cash a check just like a dolphin, nigga
Chopper city all up out your office, nigga
Study your plays in my office, nigga
A pound of haze’ll make a gangsta off a nigga
You wanna live make an offer nigga
Club LIV is your coffin nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I’m whippin’ cake up like I’m Jacob, nigga
Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, nigga
I had to have ‘em custom make it, nigga
You have to dumb it down before you take it, nigga
You know we roll up like Jamaican niggas
No marijuana, talkin bout killin’ these hatin’ niggas
The time is now fuck all the waiting, nigga
I can’t hold back all these Haitian niggas
You know they talkin home invasion, nigga
Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, nigga
First question, where the safe at nigga?
All in your woman face fuck up her makeup nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I’m watching me a kilo break up, nigga
Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, nigga
Dead presidents all on my body, nigga
For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body nigga
Teflon Don, John Gotti nigga
God forgives and I don’t, my chopper hit the lotto nigga
Keepin’ it real my chopper chopped a lot of niggas
I pay my dues, dudes get ya done
I pay my fool, here come that murder one
I think it’s time you niggas recognize
Work fifty million so fuck the other side
My nigga you know your chopper’s cold
On the other hand my chopper’s old
All the little head busters swingin’ now
And I buy ‘em all cars off of my yella diamonds

RICK ROSS feat. Drake & Lil Reese – Us (Remix)

[Lil Reese]
Bandcamp

[Drake]
OVO MMG GBE
You already know

[Lil Reese]
At the top it’s just us nigga
But I don’t really trust niggas (I Don’t)
OTF it’s just us nigga
But I don’t really trust niggas
GBE we don’t fuck with niggas
At the top where you see us nigga
Since a youngun’ bitch we been them niggas
Since a youngun’ bitch we been them niggas

[Rick Ross]
Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thriller
2 Door Maybach clean, smoking on killer
You a stranger talking and I don’t feel it
If I don’t know your momma I’ma make ‘em feel it
Heavy armour on, you know I wanna shine
Bitch I need it all each and every dime
Photo’s taken, fo’door Maybach I know you hatin’
Skatin’ with women from Staten Island, my flow’s so flagrant
We the realest, pistol conceal my percentage
Higher than yours, Cash Money I see no limits
Port of Miami, them I drop Trilla
Ex dope dealer worth 8 figures

[Hook]

[Drake]
Just got back from Turks & Caicos hoes all at the villa
Only nigga making albums with no fucking filla
New deal on the table look like ’bout like 10 milla
Shout my lawyer man he a contract killa
You know 305 Ricky that’s my fucking nigga
Did this shit right here for [?], preme, styles and [?]
Did this shit right here for Reese, Sosa, Fredo, Durk
You let Drizzy get a verse you gon get this work
Yeah, at the top it’s just us nigga
Yeah, that’s why I don’t really trust niggas
See my family and the money is a must nigga
All the fame and all the pussy is just a plus nigga
Yeahhh

[Hook]

[Lil Reese]
Since a youngun bitch we been them niggas
A small circle with no new niggas
Cause I don’t really trust niggas
GBE its just us nigga
And she just wana fuck with us
So much kush keep me stuck nigga
In other-words high as fuck nigga
Life’s a movie I’m a priceless picture
400 for the belt nigga
Right or wrong you get left nigga
For that back you get left nigga
For my niggas you get left nigga

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
I love this beat, oh man I’m finna go bad
I play for pussy, oh man, she gotta be bad
She fuck with me, that bitch know I’m ’bout buy them bags
Beef with me, fuck boy, I’m ’bout to go outback
I woke up counting money, make ‘em [?]
Type of money, she fuck me, she gotta fuck us all
Them other boys well known for letting niggas stall
We eating good, not my fault, it Wing Stops
My new home look like it’s Al Capone
My new bitch look like she getting involved
My new watch look like I had a stove
Barry Weiss told me I’m gold, God Forgives I don’t
Me and Drizzy like the Beatles nigga
Same ones hatin’, wouldn’t wanna be them niggas
We let em step but we don’t see them niggas
We don’t see them niggas

[Hook]

RICK ROSS feat. Drake and French Montana – Stay Schemin’

RIP to all the real niggas worldwide
Salute, Real Shit

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, fuck it, I don’t wanna go to court
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
Fuck it, I’m on the run for the money
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil’ niggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin’ money, that’s in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up niggas that’s all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It’s feeling like rap change
There was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach, just to sell they record
Spaguetti bolognese in apollo lounge
Me and my G from DC, that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think drake would pull some sh-t like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in apollo lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that’s how I roll around
Shorty wanted to tell me secrets about a rap nigga
I told that bitch it’s more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe about to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my nigga I hate it had to be him
Bitch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(huh!? bitch you weren’t with me shooting in the gym)

Tell lucien, and I say fuck it
I’m tearing holes my budget
Bag it like we in Publix
And take her ass out in public
Order her a filet told her butterflies, she’ll love it
She’s used to soda and nuggets, she’s really just out here thugging
I’m just hitting my pinnacle
You and pussy identical
You like the fucking finish line
We can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that young rich motherfucker getting mine off rap, with my niggas!

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas

[French Montana]
From hooptie coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My niggas got the powder through the post dawg
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my nigga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
Fuck got me thinking like I’m 75
Damn, nigga aint even seen 30

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me
I ride for my niggas

RICK ROSS feat. Meek Mill – So Sophisticated

This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga
Follow me

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
I’m so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I’m from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you’re pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I’m telling you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sippin’ purple and that muthafucker concentrated
This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton
The game’s sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Shit so sophisticated (Woop)
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I’m so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I’ma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
I’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli
Fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating
I’m the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain’t it
I got a bitch I’m fucking that you see on BET
My lil’ Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas “C’est la vie”

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shittin’ on these haters, ball hard D-Waders
Ever since I got money, e’rybody need favors
That’s why I ain’t got no homies, and I ain’t got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain’t got no paper
But I’m so rich and I got yo bitch
All in my whip and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
‘Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
‘Cause I burn shit down, yea I’m in my bag
And these niggas so mad it’s my turn now
And I get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
I’m balling hard, fucking bitches and ain’t got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain’t got no M’s in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check ‘cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain’t never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

[Hook]

RICK ROSS feat. Andr̩ 3000 РSixteen

(When 16 ain’t enough…)
It’s funny because, it’s been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat, a dope idea…
16 bars ain’t enough!
How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
You know, so many different levels, to living your life
Depicting with your wordplay, exactly what life means to you
16 ain’t enough
I know y’all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
It’s funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash
Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville – feel my life on the real
We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one, 16 ain’t enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it’s box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin’ my marijuana
Double MGs, double M fees
We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
Yachts and Yacht Masters, Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that I’m stackin’
Better put away a penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
Livin’ like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
Started off with a scribble, now I’m flowing a river
She say my heart cold, I’m naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory
Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed
Born broke had to use a nigga’s instincts
Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
Niggas hating, I’m just watchin’ on the big screen
3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean

[Interlude: Andre 3000]
(When 16 ain’t enough…)
You know how sometimes you got so much to say but
They on-, they only give you 16, heh…
Man it’s like… I mean I got so much to say
The world has said like so much to me, I just wanna give it right back to em
But, I only get 16, that’s like a cage you know
I really can’t say what I wanna say, you know it’s just a glimpse
That’s all, just one uh, one little single glimpse
Just a page
But I guess I’m defeating the purpose of doing all this talking

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Summer ’88, or was it ’89
Or was it wintertime, ah, never mind
I’m in my room, boomin’
Drawin’ LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paper
I’m trying to fuck my neighbor, I’m tryna hook my waves up
I’m tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
Before Le Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we’d tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my palms would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and we’ll never breakup
Before the time she makes love, to someone that I thought was, my homeboy
But boy, was I wrong, now
I don’t budge, don’t want much, just a roof and porch
And a Porsche, and a horse and unfor-tunately
But of course an assort-ment of tor-ches that scor-ches the skin, when they enter
Intru-ders, whose tutors did a lousy job
How’s he god if he lets Lucifer let loose on us
That noose on us won’t loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don’t let us win, I can’t pretend
But I do admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain’t um Welch’s
Hell just fill three thousand more degrees cooler
Y’all can’t measure my worth
But when you try, you’ll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back’s against the wall
I feel right at home, y’all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I’m jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smiles
With such a devilish grin, like “where the hell have you been”
She yelling that selling’s a sin, well so is telling young men
That selling is a sin, if you don’t offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon’ shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
(I miss the days of old, when one could hold his girl on his arm)
And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap snap snap snap
Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa
They’ll learn why, near privacy, so essential
They won’t make no laws, I break their laws till they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em don’t pretend to
Yea something tells me, we ain’t in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool anymore
All the women you been pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours

[Outro]
(When 16 ain’t enough…)
Does your mama know you see me, does she know you’re freaky?
Does she ever wonder if it’s ’bout ya I am speaking?
Do you ever ponder where I’m at when you get sleepy?
How the hell I’m gonna tell the youth don’t be me?
Yea

Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I’m 2Pac cause I’m black and put the works in?
Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?
Yea

RICK ROSS feat. Future – Ring Ring

Aye, I’m ’bout to leave the studio bout 2: 30 baby
You can just hit me back then, you know what I’m sayin’?
I’m a pick up for you

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’m a let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’m a let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds are forever, she my b! tch forever
Had my back forever, I was in that trap forever
All the lonely nights, I was chasin’ cheddar
Now I got her movin’ white, now it’s like whatever
Put down that bus pass she got her some Porsche keys
Got her a Birkin bag, earrings for 40 G’s
Sex keep on getting better, cause she keep getting wetter
Got her that sexy condo, nothing can separate us
When I’m in Chi-Town, I’m just a call away
Or on the West Coast, lost like I’m Marvin Gaye
I put up the Phantom, time to chill in Atlanta
She say I’m her future before she peel off them panties

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’m a let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’m a let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Diamonds are forever, she my b! tch forever
Crib big as Turner Field so you know we rich forever
Diamonds in a bezel, smokin’ on this leather
No my grind couldn’t be better, and she thick as ever
I got killers in Decatur, as well as Dade County
She in cribs with elevators, as well as water fountains
How we move can’t be debated, the hustle well rounded
Talking square feet, master suite, 12, 000

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’m a let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’m a let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

RICK ROSS feat. Triple C’s & J Rock – Ridin’ Thru The Ghetto

I’m a boss

[Chorus]
I’m ridin through the ghetto and I’m worth a million dollars [2X]
I’m worth a million dollars
I been worth a million dollars [3X]
I’m ridin through the ghetto and I’m worth a million dollars [2X]
I’m makin women holla (holla) [2X]
Makin women holla (holla)

[Rick Ross]
I just left my momma house and it made me feel good
I just paid my momma bills, you would if you could
You see I’m from the ghetto where you gotta go to prison
Cause niggaz in the ghetto always end up in the system
But I’m ridin through the ghetto and I’m worth a million dollars (dollars)
I’m ridin through the ghetto and I’m worth a million dollars (dollars)
Convertible Impala, wouldn’t drive what I’m ownin
Plus I’m ballin like them brothers smokin on that California
Hit the freeway! I’m the new nigga not my brother nigga
Got our lives in it stalkin the whip[?] one of the toughest
Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
and my mind active, I’m in a lime green Lamb’
Yeah them hoes wanna ride with us
I love to drive on them two wheels, yo they love us
Got ’bout 20 stacks up in my jeans
Hit the interstate, we gettin sucked in between, you see

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
You gotta understand the feeling baby
It’s like comin to the crap game, clearin ‘em out
Nigga done came up, feel me?
Now I’m a billionaire, big boss
Let’s say I’m comin down on some shit that I
I paid four hundred thousand for
I paid that with a smile!
I’m comin down, mines be all I drive
It’s all the way live
Boss about, boss, and I love to floss
It ain’t even that deep
You gotta follow close
When I saw that PF Changs we can do some thangs
I’m a real nigga though
Ha! We the Best, so fresh
I’m higher than a muh’fucka man
And I’m TRILLA! Trilla… Trilla…

RICK ROSS feat. John Legend – Rich Forever

Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on. am I right?

[John Legend]
On the way we shed some tears
Every day we sacrifice
So we can be standing here
Oh what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it’s very clear
That we gon’ be rich forever
And ever, and ever oh oh oh
We gon’ be rich forever, oh ooooh
We gon’ be rich forever and ever, and ever

[Rick Ross]
I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I’m hustlin’ on every corner boomin’
Back of the Phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin’ out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin’ so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shit pushed back cuz it ain’t buzzin’
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can’t talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

All you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nigga T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bitches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s
Sold dope by any means all day

[Hook - John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it’s very clear
That we gon’ be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon’ be rich forever

[Rick Ross]
100 mil ain’t enough
Got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
Worth 40m’s is he still dealing drugs
Cigarettes, speedboats, but he’s still with the thugs
Club Liv, Louis shots on a Sunday
Grinding, even be legit one day
Order some more bottles because I’m on one
I know her pussy wet, and she wanna cum
She wanna cum, maybe come over
Stop dealing with them niggas you need one soldier
Keep you as my bitch forever
Cuz you know a nigga rich forever

[Hook]

RICK ROSS feat. Elijah Blake – Presidential

Get Money! Get Money!

Girl I think you’re special
Strictly presidential

[Verse 1]
You know the crib on the water now
The Maybach stay watered down
Project niggas giving orders now
The gold presidential just to sport around
I’m from the era of fitted caps and rental cars
Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads
Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling
Happy Hanukkah nigga, it’s a wonderful feeling
Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me gap
Lyor like how I move, want her right in my lap
I made a few mils, ain’t mentioning Meek
Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released
Bitches, they keep coming
Bilie Jean thumping
I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning
I ain’t missing nothing, got her sipping something
I could ship her something, you know that December coming

[Hook]
Cause that green is all you need
When you’re a star baby, a star babe
We all dream of royalty
But that’s who we are baby
All I ever need is girls and green

[Verse 2]
They see me leaning in some new shit
Now it’s gold presidentials for the cruise ship
Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship
I’m a boss have you ass on a news clip
She a dime but she gotta be a cool bitch
Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch
Needed some cash so she asked me could she move shit
Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish
I was skipping them classes, but I got me a master
I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest
Fishscale made me major profit margins
I’m a profit stuffing my pockets, you niggas starving
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m with this pretty bitch
80 grand, rubber band for some silly shit
She on that Alexander Wang
Gold presidential Venus when I change the game

[Hook]
Cause that green is all you need
When you’re a star baby, a star babe
We all dream of royalty
But that’s who we are baby
All I ever need is girls and green

[Verse 3]
She wanna roll with a winner now
So I let her roll with the windows down
My nigga’s up the road come and get it now
60-40 know we split it up the middle now
Shawty’s said the word, I was talking that talk
Maybe link up in New York, that’s awesome as fuck
I never been in love until I heard a beat
She never met a G until she heard of me
3rd floor projects, feel my point of view
Everything is number 2, that’s when it come to you
Isabel Marant sneakers ’til the summer through
Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do
Baby girl got that wet wet
I repeat: wet wet
I’m the boss and I’m on that
White T, gold Rolex

[Hook]
Cause that green is all you need
When you’re a star baby, a star babe
We all dream of royalty
But that’s who we are baby
All I ever need is girls and green

Her shoe game remarkable
I feel solely responsible
I feel solely responsible

RICK ROSS – Pray For Us

Come on let’s pray

Dear Lord
Please forgive us for all the sins we have brought upon us
And look down upon us with forgiveness for all the sins we will have in the future
I know you understand that brothers ain’t perfect
But we try, Lord
We try to keep our heads up in bad times
This is a bad time
Show us the way
And if You can’t show us the way
Then forgive us for being lost

RICK ROSS – Prayer

[Sniff Sniff]
Psalms 27 is my life and salvation whom shall I fear
(I Ain’t Cryin’ I Ain’t Cryin’)
‘Cause I Have Sinned The Lord
Is The Structure Of My Life and Whom I Sow be Afraid and before I Wrap Up This Port Of Miami Emamies and (please Lord)
Some Foes Trying to Take My Fresh There’s A lot Of My Brothers and Sisters that’s Stumbling’ Still That Wasn’t Here
to That Wasn’t Here to Watch This Come Past (Sniff Sniff Sniff) Lord Who That Is Cooping Against I Should Not
Fear Since I can’t Do Shitthou Washer Rise Else I Will Say A Prayer (Aman) and This Ishou be Confert (Aman
Aman) This Is 12 Years In The Making No Side Deals with Satan I’m Dealin’ with The Maker (Strate Up) A lot Of
Homies Ask what’s A Prayer?
A Prayer Is What kept My Foucis 12 Years (12 Years)
A Prayer Is What Save I Sud Of Been Indited Now My Kids No Jay-Z (Sawn Carter)
A Prayer Is What Kept My Here When The Bullets Cut The Air I
Felt It and I Just Said A Prayer
A Prayer Is Like Medicines It Will Heal Wounds Ask Bush Vietern (Ask) Big
Holes In A Nigga Side Snug Nose 45homeboy

Just Close your Eyes Put your Hands together Bow your Head

[chorus:]
Keep Me Alive
Keep Me Out The Fedz
Gotta Bless The Kids
one for The Fam
for The dividend Dear Lord Here I Am So I Repant My Sins forgive Me
The Grapes On The Plate
The Tags On Their Feet
The Nice Mama Cried
I’m Thugging with The Fam
for The dividend Dear Lord Here

I Am I So to God (Ross)
I Did Some Things In The Past If I Cud Lord I Will Help you Bring ‘Em Back (Please Lord) I (Ross) Feel Pain Man
It Ain’t ‘Cause I can’t Speak That’s why I Get So Many Songs I can’t Sleep On It (Damn Man Damn Dog) Tattoos for
forgiveness (Cross) I Might Not Get But forgive Me (Laross) I’m Here and I’m Fighting Like A
Motherfucker (Motherfucker) Triple Cs excited Like A Motherfucker (Triple Cs) Say A Prayer Put The Weed In
The Air and Thank God Once Again for makin’ Me A Millionaire (Aman Aman Aman) Thank God for Makin’ Me A Millionaire
Put your Hands together Bow your Heads

[chorus]

I Am (Ross)
I Used to Get Sticks Of The Hoes Zonenow Back to Back Covers for The Ozone Jb (Ozone) Made The Magazine
Billboard Goin’ Stongrolling In The Phanum with Motherfucking Rollin Stones (Stones Nigga) you Stuck with Me Thou
Thick and Thin Sitting Back Got your Mama Sitting In A Benz (Lord) Make you Damn Near Want to Cry Low 95 Stack Money
Like Homacide (Homacide) Blood Sed After Midnight (Midnight) Its Just Me and This We’ve Tryin’ to Get Right (Trying
You all Right) Blood Sed After Midnight (Midnight Midnight) It’s Just Ross Trying to Get Right (Just Trying to Get Right)
Put your Hands together (together) Bow your Heads

[chorus]

E I Am (Ross)

RICK ROSS – Pirates

I guess there ain’t no nice way to tell you niggas it’s game over, huh?
Pray for me

[Verse 1]
Hallucination of money, while nigga’s stomach just rumble
Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel
Any nigga wan’ rumble, somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill
Steppin’ off the Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled
Got a cute bitch with me; favor Kimora, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive
Witness bitch niggas pale, Japar [?] just got twenty-five
At this point in my life, I’m just trying to survive
Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
Makaveli returns – it’s God forgives, and I don’t
Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than Trump

[Hook]
I’m rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, 19, four, five bricks
Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don’t, only hustlers relate

[Bridge]
Trying to keep my head above water, nigga
We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2]
Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches
Panoramas, abortions, marijuana imported
Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted
Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it
Product is in demand, profit not far behind
Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time
Babies be having babies, I’m talking ’bout how I grind
Niggas thinking it’s voodoo the way bricks be multiplying
Affiliated with wealth, associated with death
Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf
Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walking the streets
Blackberry boss – one call, ya put to sleep

[Hook]
I’m rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks
Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don’t, only hustlers relate

[Outro]
The Lord is my light and my salvation
But I see none of you fuck niggas
Fuck what you heard, nigga
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it

RICK ROSS feat. Stalley and 2 Chainz – Party Heart

[Hook:]
The music gets into my party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart
Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I’m on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon’ be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it’s a party all around us

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I’m still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I’m travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-boy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it’s far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they ’bout it but I’m ’bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of [?]
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it’s really dough
I’m on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don’t wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention

[Hook]

RICK ROSS feat. French Montana – Off The Boat

Testify on my nigga, I’m a blow up your house
For the last few years, I had control of the south
When you head up north, either one with the coke
French Montana, straight off the boat

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

[Verse 1: French Montana]
This that heroin flow, just signed to Atlantic
I get it fresh off the boat, I get it ‘cross the Atlantic
I just fired my banker, now I just rubberband it
Should I cop me some acres?, should I cop me some candy?
I hear voices all in my head, bricks all in my spirit
Fuck you do with that bread, bitches all in my ear
I done counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feeling
I got a rush for that life, I had a bitch out the projects
She used to package the white and bring me back my deposit
I’m talking 8 grand a piece, I’m on the floor with the Lakers
I’m talking 8 grand a seat, Louie sneaks with no laces

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach on Monday, Testarossa on Tuesday
My wide body on Wednesday but my boat is my beauty
All my Friday’s Ferrari, like to pull out my jewelry
If you work with the judge, better pray to the jury
I got put in a rental, and I’m strapped like I’m Boobie
Had more guns in the car than the whole state of Missouri
Get it straight off the boat, yea my life is a movie
Got a 3 story mansion, big saltwater jacuzzi
Get it straight off the boat, she get it straight off the plate
Appetite disapperead, but it ate off her face
Now they tapping my phones, wanna give me the Rico
Speaking Spanish to Papi, tryna get them for cinco

[Hook:]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat

(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

RICK ROSS feat. Diddy – New Bugatti

[Verse 1: Diddy]
You niggas paranoid, I party, getting money
I know I’m the shit, my janitor be getting money
I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view
Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
Pray for me; damn, I grind every day for it
If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
I got money, baby – I could order eight more
Fuck the Forbes list; let’s tell the truth, I ate more
I got a billion, baby – time to get me eight more
Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor

[Hook: Rick Ross and (Diddy)]
Got a hundred mil’
(It’s time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad bitches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)

Five mil’ cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it’s not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

[Verse 2: Diddy]
These haters speculate
They always watching mine
She know what time it is
Just like my watch line
My clothes line
The cologne, bitch
I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, bitch
I’m strong, bitch
I own shit
Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
I’m the money man
Money never financed
Come get this money, baby
With your fine ass

If your nigga broke, it’s time to get another one
If your bitch is tripping, time to get another one
I’m Puff Daddy, bitch – there’ll never be another one
Bugatti Boys forever one

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I’m feeling the money
I’m loving the paper
Nigga hating the hood
Took his ho to Jamaica
If I let down the top
Let the breeze in my beard
V.I.P. is the spot
They playing musical chairs
My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
Got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body in
One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
Jewels like I’m Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
Feeling myself; bitch, you do the same
Fuck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
My bitch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
If I bust at your chest, I bet that’s a wrap

[Hook]

RICK ROSS feat. Foxy Brown & Magazeen – Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies don’t get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)

[Rick Ross]
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil’ bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D’s love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She’ll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron[?], stash it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They’re called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it

[Chorus 2X: Foxy Brown]
It’s like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now – whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain’t never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners[?]

[Foxy Brown]
Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y’all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I’m ten million sold and that’s SoundScan knowledge
And all y’all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my [?]
The 38 special in my Chanel sock
Now I got the llama and Ermet’s dark
Word to sly swifter fox [?] who above me?
[?] say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to this man song

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Money ain’t a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I’m talkin hundred or more
My critique for ‘leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I’m dealin with [?] opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta live with it like uh

[Chorus]

RICK ROSS feat. Nas – Triple Beam Dreams

Its time to take it to the other side
The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit

I’m not a star
But thats a lie
I’ve seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
Spoke on a homocide
Amongst other things
Even shared my triple beam dreams

[Nas]
A project minded individual criminal tactics
Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise
In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
Where I’m from, ain’t far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan
A rookie boy the cookie didn’t make no profit
A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it’s garbage
I brought it back to poppy, ain’t tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder he has faith in Nases
Ambition’s to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I’m again broke
This shit ain’t cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62′s they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
I’m at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
Picturin’ piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entreprenuer I got my grades there
Blaming society, man it wasn’t made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse and so I was
Throwin’ rocks at the pen just for the love
Evil the secret life of G’s
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin’, crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1 I can’t do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

[Rick Ross]
Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
In a court room spraying like a germ nigga
25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
More accurately we acted as if jackin’ was cool
Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
Fuck boy you caught up in my dream
Countin’ cream on the cover of a magazine
I’m the Source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z blue magic nigga, what! what!
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin’ high
Triple beam dreamin’ as the cream multiplys
Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
‘Fore you sell dope there’s shit you gotta learn nigga
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face
Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out
Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ball
Phantom drop head shit, I had to get ‘em all
Niggas hate but they know they never get involved
Food on my plate, fuck ‘em all like a
Triple beam dreams, the ghetto’s my reality
I’m from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
I got a plan nigga just believe in me
Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin’, crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1: I can’t do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

RICK ROSS feat. Pharell Williams, Meek Mill & Stalley – MMG The World Is Ours

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
from the block to boulevard
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
(wooh wooh)
The rain is gone
from the block to boulevard
(wooh wooh)
The rain is gone
the rain is..

[Rick Ross]
I’m feelin myself, hope you feelin me too
God forgives and I don’t
Unforgettable dude
I’m ballin my nigga, and that’s word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor that brother but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn’t make the rules
I’m just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from spaghetti O’s to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still was selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

[Hook]

[Pharrell]
They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans
Nonsense, that’s the necklace nigga, the light’s moving
This is jewelry, that shit is foolery
Frozen water on my neck nigga, who’s cool as me?
Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain
My nigga Ross said he’s the boss cause he works cocaine
And under no certain circumstances
Would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain
And your feelings, yeah they villains but I’m chillin
I’m still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse?
My niggas be stealin’ and killin’ and thrillin’ for the birds
Making deals squeezing life outta the next [?]
I’m on my iPhone, bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad
The doors go up and iGone
Black boy scorin’ his life, I’m scorin’ the Oscars
Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster
But now I eat the apple, with my AP
Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
Says the little boy that loves you
Who had the ashy feet
Now wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week
Where the upper classes meet, thats just me
I smash the beat..

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Dedication and motivation
Gave them motors to hate me
Old homies betrayed me
Running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter they had 4 and the baby
It was a whole different story but fuck ‘em thme niggas is shady
Now I’m self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining nigga, never had them selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me “go and get a tummy shake”
Had to learn on my own
Ask my momma, I was gone
Puffin purple getting stoned
Tryna take the pain away
Now its Rolls Royce’s, umbrella’s for a rainy day
Old heads told me “young fella, this ain’t the game to play!”
Had to take a chance told the dealer “deal my hand”
And now that nigga’s gettin’ murdered, shit is getting scary
I put mirror tint all in the Ghost
I’m screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let ‘em cross the line at scrimmage they get fucking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a Russian
was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don’t fuck with Larry
I was just trying to ball, ducking D’s and grinding raw
But now I’m pulling up in that thing, them niggas gone need some tylenol
I’m gone!

[Hook]

[Stalley]
I’m staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, I’m gettin money. Period!
They said I got a old soul and I’m rich nigga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
With a trade deuce livin life like they ain’t made loot
Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I’mma get it myself
I ain’t known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I’m gone tomorrow
Young Bonapart, I’m Noah dawg, like Chi Ali, dark shades like Cool Moe Dee
Cool fly nigga is who I be
Big chain with a bigger charm, leavin’ with a bad chick under my arm
Geechi Liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse
(diamonds on everything, even my posse)

[Hook]

RICK ROSS feat. Kelly Rowland – Mine Games

This not a mind game
But we can play them, too
Still running the streets
Cause I wanted to eat
Cause I wanted to eat
Cause I wanted to eat
But she who I wanted to see
Who I wanted to see
Who I wanted with me

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you
Taking over the world
Taking over the world
Taking over the world

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Going hard was a given; the chance I wasn’t given
Til I pulled right beside her, she was sitting in the Civic
Man, you was just who I was looking for
Top down, you could never overlook a boy
Big buckets, magnum bottles of that rose
On my R. Kelly, girl I’m bout that foreplay
Slow it down, speed it up, I’m just being me
Panamera has the ki’s, that just the g in me
Got a crib on the water, need a bathing suit
Bond that we share so unbreakable
Here’s a toast to the baddest chick in the room
This is not a mind game, but could play them, too

[Hook: Kelly Rowland]
You don’t have to play mind games
Just tell me what’s yours is mine
Even when you’re far away
You come back to me every time
It’s just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain’t gotta play no mind games
Mind games

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
All-black double R
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
You know I’m on the grind
So I miss you at times
All on my mind as I’m scribbling lines
I put the weed out, cause it play with my head
Turn the money down, we just laying in bed
She blowing money wild, bundles of bread
Times are priceless, it can go to your head
I think my mind blown, I barely feel my feet
I’m a hold my head high even in defeat
It’s not a mind game so don’t even think
Even if it was, it’d be over ‘fore you blinked

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kelly Rowland]
The sky is the limit
Let’s take over the world
And everything in it
Me and my baby gonna ride to the finish
Down from beginning
Ooh what a feeling
Ooh what a feeling

[Interlude]

[Hook]

[Outro: Kelly Rowland]
You don’t have to play mind games
Just tell me what’s yours is mine

[Interlude]

RICK ROSS feat. Ne-Yo – Maybach Music IV

[Verse 1]
Yea, such a breath of fresh air
Get a blowjob, have a seizure on a Lear
Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year
Or bring it back tomorrow, that’s a lease that disappear
Count new money, peeling out a venue
New Maybach after it was discontinued
Never question mine, my mind is so inventive
Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives
Maybach IV the allure that I adore
All money game, we got ones in the floor
See me on the wood, nigga, pause at the game
Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames
Bow to the boss in the presence of a don
Started on the corner nigga, didn’t have a coin
Playing my position for a club that I can join
Never in the draft, but that boy know he going
Throw me a bone, get me a brick
That’s on the Quran I’ma go and get the chips
Go and get a rental, I got a cute bitch
She’s showing some potential, so we taking trips
Nigga, assets last while memories fade
I’ma, fetch that ass I don’t get paid
I’m a Mike Tyson type of, typewriter sniper
Double M life ’til a nigga pay the piper
I love when the beat dip
Same way I love to see a key flip
Go and pay your mama house off
Get sucked off, shorty wipe your mouth off
I’m alive, you could never write the South off
South paw, box a nigga like a outlaw
Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha?
Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw
Pulling up slow, look at that boy
Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
All the g’s with me, Maybach Eazy-E

[Interlude]
The good times don’t last long
Just rewind the last song
We all shared some great times
As I read some great rhymes

[Ne-Yo]
What we does, is what dreams are made of
Come and get your love, all of this love

[Verse 2]
500 for the car that I got on the strip
That’s another 100, what I got on my wrist
800 for the jar that I’m about to twist
It’s a female strand, you know life’s a bitch
As I get high, move my curtains to the side
Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die
Niggas get abused like boys at Penn State
Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate

[Ne-Yo]
Dreams, everything that we are
The life that we’re living, baby it’s ours
Dreams, money, homes, and cars
Baby that’s a given, I’m talking about every fantasy
Be good real with me, don’t miss something good, oh
Baby come with me and live the dream

[Interlude]
It’s a whole ‘nother different element
It’s Maybach roman numeral four
You couldn’t fathom this, you couldn’t imagine this
You can’t produce this, you won’t reproduce this

[Ne-Yo]
I’ll be dreaming of you
I’ll be dreaming of you
You’ll be making it come true
I’ll be dreaming of you

I’ll be dreaming of you
I’ll be dreaming of you
You’ll be making it come true
I’ll be dreaming of you

[LA Reid]
Yessir
This is LA Reid
It takes a boss to know a boss
It takes greatness to recognize greatness
Ricky Ross, the boss, Maybach IV