Albert Pujols lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Boss is my position, I got the ammunition
All Wale talking is Ambition

[Hook: Rick Ross (Wale)]
In the caravan with some Latin b*tches
Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers
Oye mami, ven aca, come her for papi chulo
Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols
(Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new muh-f*cking two door
This sh*t ain't nothing new though
I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols)

[Vamp]
Schematic, hold the f*ck up n*gga
Bring that sh*t the f*ck back
This the big boss Ricky Ross n*gga
We ain't playing no f*cking games

[Verse 1: Wale]
Made a million with the pen
Make my women follow dreams, pus*y popping follow head
b*tches check on my stats, women get too attached
f*ck what them n*ggas saying I hit whoever at bat
John Rocker Atlanta's Bravest know that I'm awesome
Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster
We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out
They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco
Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they ate, Oh
K with, who the f*ck gon' say something?
sh*t grand like a muh-f*cking bass load
Three strikes put a muh-f*cking K up
Double M n*gga now we up
Three strikes like a muh-f*cking C.C
You wife ain't sh*t, we G'd her
Huh, we G'd up, G'd up
Up in my new two door
Knock it out the park, Albert Pujols
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so
Be a snitch? No way, Jose Canseco
Face down, ass up, ain't none of my b*tches planking though
We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my n*ggas Yankees though
It's going down in history, the way I valet two doors
She blew a kiss at me, I told her da le culo
Listen b, just give my stylist kudos
And my consistency? I call that Albert Pujols
Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt
Big H if it ain't Louie, cuffing you b*tch is not gon' help
They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how it spelt
And I might just let you touch it if you don't go tell 'em how I felt
Real n*gga, that's just how I'm built
From turning white into cream, powdered milk
To getting rich off a dream, I throw it the bag
This the Ambition anthem, I flowed it to the flag

[Hook]