Rick Ross
I Might drop the top
I got the sauce on em
I feel like the man
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I move like a boss on em
I might go buy the block
I might go buy some stock
Fuck it I buy the watch
I ain't got time to stop
Forex currency nigga
Over seas money count different
Hoping on a jet for the flight
Leg room, no more Spirt
It's my time, it's my time
On my grind, on my grind
You can not block my shine
Yea my diamonds they shine
Look at my wrist, my watch
Nigga my tic don't tock
Look at my bitch she bad
Look at my fur, that's fox
Used to have to whip that rock
Ya man is a square, no box
Put a Nigga down in the ground
Talkin 6 feet in a box
Fuck around and pull ya hair
She said boy don't fuck up my weave
I said bitch I do what I want
Money long enough to buy a frontal every week
Bitch keep fuckin on me
Bitch keep lovin on me
Bitch keep rubbing on me
You know black men don't cheat
Member I ain't eat for a week
Nigga I was broke, no cheese
I ain't have clothes, no sneaks
Now the money cumin like skeet
I Might drop the top
I got the sauce on em
I feel like the man
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I move like a boss on em
I got the sauce on em
I feel like the man
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I move like a boss on em
I might go buy the block
I might go buy some stock
Fuck it I buy the watch
I ain't got time to stop
Forex currency nigga
Over seas money count different
Hoping on a jet for the flight
Leg room, no more Spirt
It's my time, it's my time
On my grind, on my grind
You can not block my shine
Yea my diamonds they shine
Look at my wrist, my watch
Nigga my tic don't tock
Look at my bitch she bad
Look at my fur, that's fox
Used to have to whip that rock
Ya man is a square, no box
Put a Nigga down in the ground
Talkin 6 feet in a box
Fuck around and pull ya hair
She said boy don't fuck up my weave
I said bitch I do what I want
Money long enough to buy a frontal every week
Bitch keep fuckin on me
Bitch keep lovin on me
Bitch keep rubbing on me
You know black men don't cheat
Member I ain't eat for a week
Nigga I was broke, no cheese
I ain't have clothes, no sneaks
Now the money cumin like skeet
I Might drop the top
I got the sauce on em
I feel like the man
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I look like a boss don't I
I feel like Rick Ross
I move like a boss on em
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Writer(s): Michael Brown
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