Walkin’ on Air lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Money on my head, pus*y, boy, that ain't enough
Pull up to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that b*tch to duck
Ain't no sympathy in the inner city streets
That's all I ever heard from my older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a n*gga's sheets
Bought a b*tch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you n*ggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dopeboys

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the as*h*les
My salvation is the cash flow
Woah, oh
I'm walkin' on air

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm talkin' big, b*tch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, b*tch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, b*tch, we do it big
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm into fashion, n*gga, John the Baptist
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids screamin' at Mount Sinai
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real n*gga
She let me f*ck early so she trustworthy
Her pus*y sacred so she gettin' all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the springboard
Jesus Christ, look at this n*gga's ice
Better yet, look at this n*gga's life
I'm walkin' on air

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You already know, I give and go and I get that dope
n*gga with that O, I move that sh*t like tic-tac-toe
And these be n*ggas hatin' like ''Meek Mill, how you get that ho?''
Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow
Just check my style, look at that Ro', on my wrist
On some sh*t, make a call, "Who is this?"
Think it's Benji on the line and he called, tried to flip
What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick
And papi call José, cause José got fish
Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rollin' weed up
pus*y n*ggas couldn't bluff us, couldn't beat us
Throwin' curveballs in the field get you hit like Derek Jeter
Double M, yeah that's the team, I know they see us, yeah
[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm talkin' big, b*tch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, b*tch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, b*tch, we do it big

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
f*ck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when they runnin' to ya
Fiends linin' up like we havin' communions
This my daily bread and you n*ggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make scrilla
Have a recordin' session with J Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthians, Leviticus
I'm on the books, I study well
Gettin' money, b*tches know me well
Selassie
Selassie
Pray I never die
Pray I never die