Hook
Rick Ross & Dre:
Designer jeans and a hand fulla dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that Rose`, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars (mo' cars)
Mo' clothes (mo' clothes)
Mo' money means mo' dough to (Bloooowwww)
Mo' bottles is mo' dough to (Bloooowwww)
And Rick Ross got a lotta dough too

Verse 1
Rick Ross:
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context
Ride wit' that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin-Laden beard Afghan in a bomb best (Ross)
Stranded on death row
Makaveli's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the star
Pull her panty 'round the view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on a jet, 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 bottles that we shell
I'm in a real estate, and a realer state of mind
We came for trigger plate, 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

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Verse 2
Rick Ross:
Mo' trips (mo' trips) mo' whips (mo' whips)
Mo' money (mo' money) I'm mo' rich (I'm mo' rich)
Mo' haters (mo' haters) mo' clips (mo' clips)
Mo' jewels (mo' jewels) mo' fish (mo' fish)
Half a 100 grand, this a rubberband
That's all fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen'
All soft, balls off, bitch a stunner man
Mo' trucks (mo' trucks) mo' bucks (mo' bucks)
Mo' freaks (mo' freaks) mo' butts (mo' butts)
I see the vision for club vision, the prephet
I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat, they cut 'em off on them 24s (There it goes)
Baby girl, come talk with the boss
I pop a Rose` bottle, you can kick ya shoes off

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Verse 3
Rick Ross:
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna say 'bout 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 it for the few, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds off water blue
Let's party like the pack jam, Pacman
50 grand stack 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
With the Fat Man, certified hood star
But wit' a millionaire, look bitch you gone far
This the movement, a few niggaz you wanna move with
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

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