"Blow"(feat. Dre)
[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre)):]Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some moreI got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothesmore money means more dough to blow (blow)more money means more dough to blow (blow)more money means more dough for blow
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun setA nigga with a attitude, take it outta contextRiding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threatBin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vestRoss, stranded on the death rowMakavali's on the Maybach, kicks retroShe wanna gaze at the starsThrough a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jarRick Ross, I'm the best in the fleshGetting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflectHard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tellBy the bottles in the pail, and the models that we shareI'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mindWe came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dimeI'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mindDice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more richMore haters, more clips, more jewels, more ChrisHalf a hundred grand and some rubber bands? off fast in my other handOn the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhandAll soft balls, all bases covered manMore trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more buttsI see the vision, from club vision to ?I get brain, I bust nuts in each statesSoon as I see what I'm lookin' forI sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goesBaby girl, come talk with the bossI pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick your shoes off
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross]Ever seen a fat boy in a big bodyKnow you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout itLease apartments to get kicked out itNext day, buy a condo to get a kick out itWe don't take you for the view, this is what I doWhen I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)Let's party like the pack jam, Pac ManFifty grand, stacked in my lap manGet a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)This your last chance (to hop up in that big car)with the Fat Man (certified Hood Star)But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far)This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move withGucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shitHa, they say life's a bitchBut close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross
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