iGo Hard iN Tha Mutha Fuqqkin Paint Niqqa Touched 8 Fiqures Stuffed It iN Tha Bank Niqqa Ordered 20 Bottles Of That Rosayy Fuqqk First Suite Bitch i
I go hard in da motherfuckin paint nigga Touch 8 nigga stuff it in da bank nigga Oder 20 bottle of da rose'a Tell that bitch I'm a motherfuckin poblem
: I go hard in da motherfuckin paint nigga Touch 8 nigga stuff it in da bank nigga Oder 20 bottle of da rose'a Tell that bitch I'm a motherfuckin poblem
!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream paint job Whoo! Clean on the outside, cream on the inside Ice cream paint job (Paint
I'm live like a Superbowl kickoff, my slab got a lot of niggas Pissed off, Paint shine like lip gloss, Cadillac got a wide body like Rick Ross, Took
(Intro) Remix! (Rick Ross) Remix! (Rick Ross) Remix! (Rick Ross) Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti) Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) Its
for the bitch the whip is not a lease You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard Put Ross on the front just to front hard Cash Money money
weezy I rep the heart of the streets Who hotter than me (Khaled) I'm wearing the crown (we can't stop, won't stop) Go hate on me now [Rick Ross] I can
amazing Why y'all dudes is whackers Same game, new team But never play for the Raptors Keep a camera man cause y'all dudes is actors I'm Kanyeing em Rick Ross
[Intro - DJ Khaled] We the Best, Def Jam I introduce you to Ace Ace, let's get money [Intro - Rick Ross (T-Pain)] (Cash flow) Haha It's too easy nigga
stand at the stove until I'm dizzy Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me About to paint
the Ross Everyone of my doggs, where my Dickies in The Source Come here girl, lemme get you this This one Rick try to get you rich Candy paint on
Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Tay dizm, t-pain, rickie-ross Yeah, yeah (nappy boy) b.i.zoom, b.i. zoom Chorus (T-Pain): I said my chevy sit so high
way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
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
