RICK ROSS FT. K. MICHELLE - IF THEY KNEW

[Hook - K. Michelle:]
This is so all bad, nothin' good can come from this
Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship
It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it
This is so all bad, this is so all bad
Got me messin' 'round with you
You got me messin' 'round with you
Out here messin' 'round with you
What you gon' say? What you gon' do?
Baby if they knew?

I'm a G, she say the pain runs deep
But she can't run from me
I'm in these streets with the killers, thugs, and drug dealers
100 mil' plus, in trucks with no ceilings
Fuck who don't feel it, I'm feelin' like I'm the realest
Biggest boss in the business and really that's to infinite
What we doin' wrong but it feels right
Can't discuss what we did the whole night
Won't be the last time, on my cash line
Duffel bags so accountant is the past time
And for the last time, I'm not a bad guy
I just like what I like, now shorty act right
Small waist, red weaves
Black car, keep it flyer than them Red Wings
Nightmares, day dreams
She the one, listen how she say things

[Hook]
This is so all bad, nothin' good can come from this
Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship
It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it
This is so all bad, this is so all bad
Got me messin' 'round with you
You got me messin' 'round with you
Out here messin' 'round with you
What you gon' say? What you gon' do?
Baby if they knew?

She in love with the life, champagne and all the light
Chanel sneakers and scarves, I want you to be my wife
We can run around the world and tuck with no fear
G4, G5, whole team here
Call ourselves friends, but we holdin' hands
Got alot of questions, am I a controllin' man?
I run the streets but I'm well known in Japan
As a G, a boss, the money coming fast
She from a lovin' home, I'm from a troubled home
One bedroom, didn't have a telephone
Now I'm on the corner, time to get my hustle on
Women recognize, and now I got a couple of 'em
Speedin' in the Beemer then I got a Range
She not a side chick, she all in my lane
She a quiet chick, may let her see some things
I'm catchin' feelin's for her, she take away the pain

[Hook]
This is so all bad, nothin' good can come from this
Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship
It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it
This is so all bad, this is so all bad
Got me messin' 'round with you
You got me messin' 'round with you
Out here messin' 'round with you
What you gon' say? What you gon' do?
Baby if they knew?

Life amazin', wake up in new places
Big faces stuffed in suitcases
Played the hand I was dealt, few aces
Now the bedroom suite is too spacious
Niggas wanna kill me but I put 'em on pause
Broke motherfuckers better bow to the boss
I'm gettin' high, I'm above the law
Gettin' down and dirty, makin' love to her
Please believe in niggas that's still schemin'
But the ghost that floats the 4 Seasons
To love me baby is too easy
But what I need you to do is just believe me
She got the Range Rover, I was cool with it
Been the land, cruisin' girl I went to school in it
Green Goyard bag, it got the tool in it
Everytime we fuck I act a fool in it

[Hook]
This is so all bad, nothin' good can come from this
Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship
It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it
This is so all bad, this is so all bad
Got me messin' 'round with you
You got me messin' 'round with you
Out here messin' 'round with you
What you gon' say? What you gon' do?
Baby if they knew?

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RICK ROSS - HOOD BILLIONAIRE

[Verse 1:]
Kilo at the telly, bitch it's Makiaveli
Double M empire, I know these niggas fear me
I'm already rich, I'm tired of bein' famous
I done fucked all these bitches, I can't even name 'em
But if the bitch is bad, bring her, yellow stone on my
finger
Mink coat, mine cheetah, before I fuck I'm gon' eat her
All I talk is that cash, Versace all in my bag
Dope all in my vein, hoes hollin' my name
White T still pimpin, Lenox Mall in a Bentley
He a fuckboy, that's simple, I ain't into what he into
Hoes wave to my window, keep a pile of that endo
I always got bond money, you don't know what I've
been through
Carol City niggas, still 187
Lil' Haiti niggas, still 211
Open lockin' niggas, still got them quarters
Overtime niggas (billionaire), still movin' water

[Verse 2:]
Let me show you how to get right, whip an ounce of
that white
Fast forward to a brick, now you livin' that life
I can get you out of my hood, I'm a billionaire in my
hood
Tryna buy a piece of the Dolphins, 5% of them good
Now I think I'm Don Shula
Pull up with 20 bitches on the hundred footer
All white me gusta, oh hallelujah
Oh hallelujah, oh I maneuver
Memphis niggas, still get it right (Tennessee)
Mississippi niggas still get it right (Las Vegas)
Florida boys, know we gonna get it right
Alabama hustlers, you gon' get it right

[Verse 3:]
I went and bought your bitch a washer and a dryer
Seen it in your son's face, I'm who he admires
Rules of the game, jack of all trades
Icy on the court at the basketball games
Nigga, tell your pops I got a million dollar watch
All you fake watch bustas, I'm the one to watch
Rolls Royce fake and my two yachts fake
30 franchises, show you what this pot make
Make the most in the Ghost, fuck Huffington Post
Young brother Rolls, Belaire Rose, I'm makin' a toast
At the Heat game, talkin' all cash
Still tweetin' while ya'll eatin' out of our trash
Chi-town niggas, we gon' get it right (Detroit)
New York niggas, time to get it right (Jersey waddap)
Philly niggas, know we gon' get it right
Dreamchasers, we gon' get it right
Shoot and run, we gon' get it right
305 niggas, we gon' get it right
20 for the bird, better get it right
Got a bag of money, nigga get it right
If you owe me somethin', better get it right
Hood billionaire, time to get it right
Hundred million nigga 'til I get it right
Hundred million nigga 'til I get it right

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RICK ROSS FT. PROJECT PAT - ELVIS PRESLEY BLVD

Hood billionaire [?]
I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me
You know where I'm at though

[Hook 1:]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

[Hook 2:]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

I got priscilla, I got priscilla
I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla
I been that nigga, I been that nigga
I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla

[Hook 1]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

My face familiar, my face familiar
Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings
I could fly Brazillian, send her in the mail
She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail
I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD
That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good God"
You feel that itch, you feel that itch
That Camaro moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich

[Hook 1]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

Run up in the chopper, I push the panic button
Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing
Bumping player fly until a player die
Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave a five
My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes
I got them brown bags, I bet they know the smell
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard?

[Hook 2]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

[Project Pat:]
Fresh in them sneakers, pills up, I'm stepping on the
dogs
Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies
off
Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft
Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock
your melon off
They cannot stunt, shoot them, rifles long like African
Got them young boys shooting shit up like Africans
Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun
Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come
Packing funds all because me go quick to rob the clubs
Me go an hour full of slugs, left these bodies full of
slugs
Met me on the south side of the city with the whole
thing
Iced 'em with the heater, took the shit, it's a cold game
These niggas know I done it, now there's rumors they
want my head
Got my Russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bed
My niggas killing about this shit, for realling about this
shit
Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, for about
this shit

[Hook 1]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

[Hook 2]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

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RICK ROSS FT. R KELLY - KEEP DOIN' THAT (RICH BITCH)

[Intro - Rick Ross:]
This is for my rich bitches
Her puppy named Panamera
Her puppy named Panamera
She got a condo in the area
Rich bitch
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
She stay at her friend's and all these bitches is bad
Watch them lick on each other, I'm talkin' pussy to ass
Dope boy still at large, trackin' device on her car
Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms
Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things
Let her fuck Meek Mill, told her keep chasin' her dreams
Get the Lexus to flip, purple Texas to sip
She make it rain like a nigga, we got more money to get
Rich bitch, call her rich bitch
Cause she fuck with dope boys and can suck a good
dick

[Hook - R. Kelly:]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money
Girl, you doin' somethin' to me
Hell yeah, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that

[Verse 2 - R. Kelly:]
I be feastin' on Tinder, she take just like piegeons
Diamond-studded La Perla, that pussy's prestigious
Yeah, she remind me of somethin' but that shit ain't my
Jeep
Matchin' Bugattis, Versace, she's went with three
She be movin' that dough, quarter mil on her wrist
Why you niggas be slippin'? This bitch is fuckin' your
bitch
Saks fifth pop tags, neiman I pop tags
Crocodile, python, that's a zoo on her bag
She on the phone makin' deals, we gettin' them checks
My Penelope Cruz, I let her meet my connects
I fuck her all on the marble, yeah, that girl is a freak
She like comin' in mornin', she's the female me

[Hook]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money
Girl, you doin' somethin' to me
Hell yeah, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
Room service for weeks, a dozel towel on the beach
She only wear panties once, then pass it down to her
niece
Let's go shoppin' at Boca, sixty stuffed in the sofa
Can't be tweetin' locations, she postin' pics from her
yoga
Never party with locals, niggas with them was moguls
VIP with dope boys, the DJ shout out to Sosa
Valet park in the Wraith, cocaine all on her face
Her Rolex icy as mine, throw up my gang sign
We goin' bottle for bottle, Belaire Rosé to the roof
Rich bitch is her name and she Chanel to the boot
Uh, I be droppin' so much, nigga
My bitch shoppin' so much, nigga

[Hook]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money
Girl, you doin' somethin' to me
Hell yeah, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that

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RICK ROSS FT. FRENCH MONTANA AND DIDDY - NOBODY

[Intro: Diddy]
You wanted to fucking walk around these roaches
These niggas is roaches
These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme being
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna
stop

[Hook: French Montana]
Mama's trying to save me
But she don't know I'm trying to save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
"Blast for me" - the last words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals
All the war is mental
Having sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier
Nowhere to go to so it's bang
No survivors, only riders on my rider
Murder rate rises, stalking niggas on their IG's
Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo
No wire, on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar
A shooter, getting high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like a c-note
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways
Double up, crime pays

[Hook]
Mama's trying to save me
But she don't know I'm trying to save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

[Interlude: Diddy]
You fucking wanna walk around with these niggas?
What the fuck is their culture?
Where the fuck is their souls at?
What defines you?
These niggas with these fucking silly looks on their
faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk
with God, nigga?
Make up your got damn mind

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors
Gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm counting sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps
Do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know
what winter's like
And I'm never on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's, there's two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me
filthy
Touch mine until you receive and kill
Like I'm knowing every heathen will
Closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works

[Hook]
Mama's trying to save me
But she don't know I'm trying to save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

[Outro: Diddy]
Fuck you wanna talk about?
Fucking jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
And fucking art that niggas ain't got on their fucking
walls
And fucking mansions niggas ain't got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fucking
staff, nigga
You gotta tell the truth, man
The truth'll set you free, son
The truth will set you free

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