' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow Way up
' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 1: Rick Ross
Translation: Rick Ross. Blow.
, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 1: Rick Ross
cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 1: Rick Ross
I think I'm Big Meech (uh) Larry Hoover, Whippin work, Hallelujah One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start I think I'm
real niggas getting money from the fucking start. My rolls Royce triple black I'm iche hoe, Balling in the club, bottles like I'm miche hoe Ross that
I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up Let me [?] [Rick Ross
my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big and now when we shop we don't care what the cost is rolling up good, smoking that bomb shit blow a whole
keep on my fitted I said I got the gangsta feelin' I feel like breakin' you off You off, you off Off We can take it way down south Rick Ross on the
to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Rick Ross: Look at my wrist Its 200 thou, that mean fuck that nigga Come and fuck me now Suck me down, Blow
he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo [Chorus] 24's, John Doe All gold, John Doe Them boys dealing blow
my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross] Punish
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress Now they see it was no one from Port City I run in here and Rick Ross is boss shit 'Cause we takin' over
heated acts of violence This goes deeper than rap shit He's worth eight figures So young niggaz, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got
Z-Z that's me (Wipe me down) Red bones, caramel, all of ?em stop and stare All of ?em tryna steal my underwear (Wipe me down) I like to floss like Rick Ross
midwest niggas hard Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card And down south we set if off Blow ya fuckin' face off And down south we set if off Blow ya fuckin
