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Ricky Ross

Carol City Cartel

Cool and Dre



Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo
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 in them Tallie Hills, burnin' like the sunset

A *** wit a attitude, take it outta context

Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat

Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb best



Stranded on death row

Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro

She wanna gaze at the stars

Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jars



Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh

Gettin' blessed, on a jet is a way to reflect

Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell

By the bottles in the pail and the models that we share



I'm in a real estate and a realer state of mind

We came for trigga play, kill a *** for a dime

I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind

Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya mind



Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo
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



Mo' trips, mo' whips

Mo' money, I'm mo' rich

Mo' haters, mo' clips

Mo' jewels, mo' s***



Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands

Gats all f*** in my other hand

On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand

All soft balls off, b*** a stunna, man



Mo' trucks, mo' bucks
Mo' freaks, mo' butts

I see the vision from Club Vision, the pre face

I get brain, I bust *** in each states



Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for

I sit up in that seat and cut her off on them 24's

There it goes, baby girl, come talk wit tha boss

I pop a rose bottle, you can kick ya shoes off



Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo
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



Ever seen a fat boy in a big body

Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think 'bout it

Lease apartments to get kicked out it

Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it



[Mill] take it for the view, this is what I do

When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds, salt water blue

Let's party like the pack jam, Pacman

Fifty grand, stacked in my lap, man



Get a lap dance and if you get my d*** hard

This ya last chance to hop up in that big car

Wit tha Fat Man, certified Hood Star

But he a millionaire, look ***, I'm goin' far



This the movement, a few *** you wanna move wit

Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new s***

Ha, they say life's a ***

But close ya eyes for a minute

And just bite this ***, it's Ross



Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo
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



Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo
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

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