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Rick Ross - Blow lyrics
(feat. Dre) [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jos? pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context Ridin wit' them big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a ? Ross, stranded on the death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the ? Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the ?, it's 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 realist state, and a realist state of mind We came from trigga' play, kill a nigga 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 [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jos? pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris Half a hundred grand and some rubberbands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts I see the vision, from club vision to ? I get brain, I bust nuts in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes Baby girl, come talk wit' the boss I pop a Jos?bottle, you can kick ya shoes off [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jos? pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow [Verse 3: Rick Ross] 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 We don't take you for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross) Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard) This ya' last chance (to hop up in that big car) Wit' tha' Fat Man (certified Hood Star) But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm goin far) This the movement, a few niggaz you wanna move wit' Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jos? pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jos? pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow. |
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