Rick Ross lyrics

[Intro]
Ay you already know who it is man, Pretty Boy’s on deck, yeah I said it man. You see a high rise on the left, shout out to West Oakland. You see the water front on the right, shout out West Berkeley, we getting it in. Ay man, I do what I want, every day. Ay man, show price is going up, running up, we doing every thing. Yeah like I said man, Pretty Boy’s in this b*tch. Ay man, I know Lil B, you feel me?

[Verse 1]
Flexin’ Courtney money, and I look like Rick Ross (Figaro)
Flexin’ ten b*tches and you know what it cost
Tiny shirts, tiny pants, b*tches want the boss
I still got b*tches, I look like Rick Ross (Figaro)
Flexin' Courtney money, b*tch you know what it cost
Shouts out to my girls, I’m gon’ trick all them off
I might just trick on a b*tch right now (Buy pus*y)
I might buy a b*tch, a car or a house (I buy pus*y)
Fall in my trap, b*tch, you know I’m so foul
f*cked her in the ass then I f*cked her in the mouth
When you gettin’ money, b*tches don’t make a sound
What b*tch? You’re riding in the coupe (Figaro)
I know Lil B, he f*cked my b*tch too (Damn)
I know the Based God but he’s too rad
You n*ggas keep stealing swag, f*ck you and your money
I’m a pretty b*tch, I’m 2Pac and I’m thuggy

[Hook]
Flexin' Courtney money and I look like Rick Ross (x8)

[Verse 2]
Flexin’ true b*tches and my life on the edge
n*gga, Quavo stole my swag, b*tch, I don’t drink beer (Figaro)
Man, I might put hands on a b*tch right now
Man, I might flash on a f*ckin’ b*tch right now
Man, I’m in the strip club stealin’ money off the floor
Put her in a bad position, take her pus*y and I’m gone
f*ck these hoes need to get their priorities straight
Man, I just might take my young b*tch on a date (I’m cool)
I might take your case, I’m not living straight
b*tch, twenty grand, so I’m starting to think that I’m Mase (Woo)
Child support me? Almost knocked the b*tch out
Want a million in back child support? Ho I’m running in your house
Child support me? That’s the sh*t you don’t do
A lot of n*ggas stole my swag, b*tch you don’t got the juice (Woo)
Seen a real n*gga, b*tch, I’m living proof
I know Lil B, b*tch, what about you? (Based God)
[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah man, f*ck these n*ggas you know what I’m saying , baby momma drama all that sh*t man? I don’t care though, you know we rockin’ up. You know what I’m sayin’? Unsigned n*gga. Twenty grand shows b*tch, you know what I’m sayin’? We ain’t playin’. f*ck ‘em, Lil B, man, we ain’t doin’ this, yahimsayin’? Poppin’ up n*gga, every day b*tch. Yup like I said man, shout out to Lil B, we do this here