table bring your girlfriends, everything paid for we goin' get it in, aint that what you came for heard you was lookin' for me she say she looking for love
boy It's DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard work Poppin' bottles Shit them hoes love
for certain when it boils down, I'm just a T.O n-gga but bitches tell me that I just look like a creole n-gga New Orleans know it's love, everytime I
[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150
that ass is enormous, abs abnormal And tans in the morning on sands in California Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things Look around, Maseratis for the whole team Look
my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Rick Ross: Look
Rick Ross (Talking) You Know Sometime in Life Shit Get So Crazy, I Wanna Smoke One For My Nigga Peanut, Thats My Brother Forever Nigga I Love You Nigga
like: Look what I did. Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness, Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business. Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant, People lookin
I've Been Lonely I've Been Waiting For You I'm Pretending And Thats All I Can Do The Love I'm Sending Ain't Making It Through To Your Heart (Ross
more No more No more No more What would I continue to take you shit for [Rick Ross] Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my
ve been through New Orleans, you''ve been through hell and back. Boy [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Started at the corner store, then i wanted more I went and bought a 44, look
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
you go oh oh I'm looking for some private entertainment and you look like an entertainer I'm looking for some, looking for some private entertainment and you look
[Rick Ross] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad boy
[Rick Ross:] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad
rockin' that shit like. [Juelz Santana] Whoa, whoa Look how shawty roll, roll She rockin' that shit I'm like look at shawty go, go She rockin' to the beat, she rockin' it for
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
'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it three's for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it four for my n-ggas that be stacking and
