Rick Ross lyrics

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Soulja Boy


[Intro: Trill Sammy]
Trill
Dab whoa

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I’m
I’m a boss like Rick Ross
I’m a boss like Rick Ross
I can never ever take a loss (damn)
(Damn)
Got your b*tch naked in my loft
Model b*tch ass so soft
Count it up, f*ck what it costs (damn)
Got it up a mother f*cking deal
Young n*gga really pop a seal
Run it up trying to touch a mil
b*tch you know you got to pay the fee
A whole lot of money on me
Lean in my cup Easter pink (damn)
(Damn)

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
Self Made boss like ross (whoa)
Catchin' plays like Randy Moss
Need a pack I can get it off (damn)
(Damn)
Gettin' to the cheese like a mouse
Chain on my neck cost a house
Hatin' ass n*gga give a di*k about yah mouth (woah)
Just popped a Xan
b*tch I’m the man
Thumb through them bands
I smoke all these grams
Drink alotta lean, I ain’t sober
I’m ballin on yall thought I told you
Trap phone jumpin, Motorola
Got it off a jugg
Now I’m flexing in the rover
[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I’m a boss like Rick Ross
I’m a boss like Rick Ross
I can never ever take a loss (damn)
(Damn)
Got your b*tch naked in my loft
Model b*tch ass so soft
Count it up, f*ck what it costs (damn)
Got it up a mother f*cking deal
Young n*gga really pop a seal
Run it up trying to touch a mil
b*tch you know you got to pay the fee
A whole lot of money on me
Lean in my cup, Easter pink

[Verse 2: Diego Money]
Ooh who is that
Young Diego and I'm bossed up
Ice chain around my neck cost a lot
n*gga yeah you know I’m flossed up
Robin jeans, pocket fat
You can call me Rick Ross
Young Diego I’m a boss
One call get you off
Young n*gga need a mil
Flexing on you, me and Trill
Flexing on you need a gym
Ballin on you, no deal
Running through those bands and
You know I got my checks up
b*tches are mad cause they know a n*gga flexed up
Shooters on deck pus*y n*gga ducking real up
Boss n*gga sh*t me and Trill yeah we next up
[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I’m a boss like Rick Ross
I’m a boss like Rick Ross
I can never ever take a loss (damn)
(Damn)
Got your b*tch naked in my loft
Model b*tch ass so soft
Count it up, f*ck what it costs (damn)
Got it up a mother f*cking deal
Young n*gga really pop a seal
Run it up trying to touch a mil
b*tch you know you got to pay the fee
A whole lot of money on me
Lean in my cup Easter pink (damn)
(Damn)
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