Rick Ross - How Many Drinks? (Remix) Lyicrs

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K Camp Feat. Rick Ross & 2 Chainz - Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. Ft. Rick Ross - New Agenda Lyrics

Big K.R.I.T. Ft. Rick Ross - New Agenda Lyrics:

Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little oh!
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda

Doin' two a days in my Cadillac
Flex around me, I might take your bitch and not give her back
Nigga cutthroat, nigga cutthroat, nigga cutthroat
He ain't give you money to give to me bitch?
Then what you fuck for?
Ducked off in that corner store , whoaa
Yeah I got some gators but I need some more
'Em white wall, 'em white wall, it was super cold
Since a grasshopper all I ever wanted was some triple golds
'Em Daytons and that my bass boss
Tryna fuck with these sub woofers might blow your face off!
Take your ? off, super sipping, settle down
And let me check your ties, I roll around

Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little oh!
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda

[Rick Ross:]
Gold teeth on my pitbull your bitch bringing me breakfast
Just got me two coupes, them hoes Jeremy choppers
Hating niggas so petty, all I chase is that lettuce
Top down on my fitted,
Pittsburgh like Bettis
Smiling like I'm William the Refrigerator Perry
6 mill for the condo,
That extra 2 for that terrace
All I want is that lemon pepper, but the flavors vary
Got head in Paris,
My AP canaries
See me on that cover of Rolling Stone embellished
Diamond drill for my neck,
Them tats all on my belly
All I have is that tree, Martin Luther my king
And one last request,
Bury me in my rings!

Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda!
Bitch I got a new agenda!

Pardon if it's much
Diamonds in the back seat will surely crush
Fishbone the dash, roll around on glass (WHOA)
You talking too much
Takes a lot of shine just to Supernova
You don't know my kind
I don't play with kids, bitch I play for keeps
If you don't know I'm with it then you don't know the shine, oh
Take that with a grain of salt, I don't give a fuck about it
Treat the pussy the gold if she down
Then swell, then she bound to squeeze a buck up out it , oh
Hard protective plate of a suplex, the way I flex on a broke ho
It ain't what I asked for?
It's a no no!
Bitch I got a new agenda!

Rick Ross - BLK & WHT Lyrics

A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Nigga crib so big it's a damn shame
Nigga's selling white for a gold chain

I've been trained to go since a young nigga stepped off the porch
Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork
I've been trying to hold it down with these niggas living so foul
Grunting out on niggas intent of knocking ya down
Bang - your window shattered like it never mattered
You moving weight, your pockets getting fatter
It's politics when it come to sticks
See mass of blood, nigga want a brick
My money funny, but you gotta love it
High heel thugging in Magic City, these bitches fucking
Your homie doing tax since they call it fraud
I'm in and out of traffic, still moving hard

A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

Take a look at me, I'm trapping
No excuses, I'm stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred
Them 100 making the magic blow
A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways
Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave
Make my headstone read ''head of MMG''
That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see
Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don
Too close to a nigga as a motherfucking bomb
Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target
Bitch niggas hating, tell me it's what I'm parking
Wingstop owner, lend me pepper aroma
Young, black nigga, barely got a diploma

A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

Showing 'til the day I die, I'mma look up at the sky
Young trap star, reap, the world is mine
Proceeding with my grind like police is on my line
Instagramming shit for all the teachers I despised
Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended
Now my white bitches be fucking me 'til I'm windy
Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe
If your ass wasn't rapping, what would you be?

A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

Rick Ross - I Wonder Why Lyrics

Rick Ross - I Wonder Why Lyrics:

[Intro:]

The day you decide to get you some money

Nigga f-ck your friends

Ain’t no friends we ain’t even on that

All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies

Point me to the money

Point me to the money

Business, big business

Maybach business

If you ain’t with it I don’t f-ck with you

[Hook:]

You ain’t gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money

Keep it real with me nigga and you won’t be disappointed

My brother caught a L and I still write him every month

He told me sell his guns and I still got ‘em in the trunk

I wonder why, I wonder why

I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why

I wanna shine just like the summertime

They say them folk gave him a heap of time

[Verse 1:]

Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock

Nineteen, living like a f-cking rap star

Watching from my porch you thought it was a fucking film

One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims

Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim

They know I’m [?] but see I know it’s him

Never testify, I seen it in his eye

Attempted murder on his life in that 360i

With my two eyes

Two different pistols

One with registered and one to get your issue

I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why

All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized

[Hook:]

[Bridge:]

Now I’m being followed by some creepy-ass cracker

Now I’m being followed by some creepy-ass cracker

Stand your ground, stand your ground

Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground

[Verse 2:]

Got on my hoodie and my motherf-cking Desert Eagle

You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people

Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise

I could see a hustler in my son’s eyes

I never knew that money bring so many enemies

Dreams come true, they dream of killing me

But it’s f-ck ‘em and I feed ‘em fish

Them killers coming, ‘X’ you off the list

[Bridge]

[Hook:]

[Outro: Rachel Jeantel]

(Okay, they’re having trouble hearing you, so take your time)

Creepy-ass cracka

And then he said [bleep]

(And he’s still following you?)

Yes…

DJ Khaled - I Wanna Be With You Lyrics (Ft. Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross & Future)

DJ Khaled - I Wanna Be With You Lyrics (Ft. Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross & Future):

[Intro: Future]

It ain’t never me to ball on you

I ain’t nothin’ for me to spoil you

If I adore you, I’mma give you that theory

[Hook: Future]

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

I wanna be where the commas will be

But I need a hood nigga with the llama degree

Get that limited edition Audemars, it could be

In a pivoted position, gotta pardon the fee

Cause he bought a couple bags and he sent a couple whips

And he took a couple trips, and there’s dinner in the mix

And he’s never with no other chick, fronting like he’s slick

Cause it’s levels to this shit and she could never be Nick

Niggas be fallin’ in love with this pussy

Basting chicken and baking a couple of cookies

[?] ain’t f-cking with rookies

High school video and [?]

Baddest bitch, I’m the [?]

I ain’t never been [?]

I ain’t got to shot, I got mad assists

‘Bout to put a couple of piece on the [?]

Got a big [?]

Shoot movies, Jennifer Aniston

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]

You decide you be mine, you can come inside

[...]

Hidden my phone, it’s alright

Hidden my phone, it’s alright

You reply with your sign, you a gemini

You deny that you’re shy

Maybe we should slide

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you, baby

[Hook: Future]

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurgin’ on you too easy

Buyin’ purses too easy

Payin’ bills too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurging on you too easy

Buyin’ cars too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Make that bad bitch my shorty

Hit club, throw forty

My hat big like [?]

My chain drip like water

Car paint like [?]

I’mma sex her harder

[?]

Vroom, vroom, oh yeah

Big bank, I’m too real

My money right in them boys you with be dead broke, 2 years

Checked it, look her

You ain’t even know, big deal

[Hook:]

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurgin’ on you too easy

Buyin’ purses too easy

Payin’ bills too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurging on you too easy

Buyin’ cars too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Everything you do is brand new

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

Suffering from success

You witnessing greatness

I’m the best that ever did it

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

DJ Drama - Clouds Lyrics (Ft. Curren$y, Miguel, Pusha T & Rick Ross)

DJ Drama - Clouds Lyrics (Ft. Curren$y, Miguel, Pusha T & Rick Ross):

[hook: miguel]
i wanna kiss your mind, babe
let’s take a walk on the clouds
let me taste your thoughts, babe
let’s take a walk on the clouds

[verse 1: rick ross]
last night i fell asleep counting a million cash
life wild, i only smile when i see my stash
large yacht, fast money, she need a slow cruise
cigar, ciroc, her nigga old news
old money always put me on my new shit
hermes ahead in my to-do list
rollin up a laugh, take a walk in the clouds
take a look at my niggas, young, rich and we wild
ain’t no bitches allowed, acting like snitchin’ us out
got this gold on my neck, teachin’ new principles now
startin’ the lotus, revvin’ the motors
walk on the clouds, we ain’t second to no one

[hook]

[verse 2: pusha t]
i got you walkin’ on cloud nine
as you ???
you only second to my first love
but you can refer to her as alpine
alpina, the b7 on beach
like you riding on first class to reach heaven
close enough to see the gates open
waterfront, you gon’ wonder if the lakes open
bout the knees have you bend over
chanel samples being sent over
shit, i swear she was goin’ for me
right, just keep it tight and keep it warm for me

[hook]

[verse 3: curren$y]
i could never go broke with my name ???
i’m a brand, i’m a man that became rich
new car, new crib, but i ain’t a switch
the same old niggas i been with
got this loot together sayin’ ones gon spend it
circle of winners baby girl, ???
no iphone pictures, you gotta live off memory
pop the hood i show you the engine
roll through my old hood, put you up on my history
smoke joints with my niggas,and cash stunts on them bum ass niggas i don’t deal with
with a ???, ???
but they can’t reach us
we in the god ceilings, cathedral-style homes
rosaries in my rolls royce, god put me on
rollin’ somethin’ choice, lighten up, ???
she never won’ come down, i promise or she won’t

[hook]

Rick Ross - 3 Kings ft Jay-z & Dr Dre Lyrics

Rick Ross - 3 Kings ft Jay-z & Dr Dre Lyrics:

[Dr Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay
Lets get ‘em
We started out mopping floors
Now we front row at the awards
Number 1 for the last 20 years
If you real muthafucker scream cheers
Muthafucker scream cheers
And it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
Only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number 1, 20 years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5′s to ’64′s, Dre got ‘em
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tech 9, long chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real raight outta Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I built the house, nigga get ya own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones

[Rick Ross]
See yall niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time
Lay the top down
I came along way from the weed game
20 stack seats at the Heat game
And I’m still strapped with the heat man
And we stepping’ on a nigga feet mayne
8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-game
Cousin was a crip said it was a c-thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bag
The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen
On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition
Real nigga’s dreams coming to fruition
Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol
I only love her when that ass fat
We used to listen to this track in my Maybach
I’m just tryna be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire

[Jay-Z]
It’s just different, I know it feels different
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, yall should know by now
If you don’t know
Millions on my wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room
Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiats
I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me
They working on another deal, they talking 250
I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree
Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer
Now look at me I can park at my own Arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your bm
Taking her places you can’t go with your per-diem
Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe
I take an Ace in the meanwhile
You aint gotta keep this, it’s just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuck boy out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Ooh shit, stuntin’ to the max I’m so wavy
Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83
I didn’t even know if it was open then
I aint know Oprah then
Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor
They be like, damn when I’m coming through
Had a grill in ’88
Ya’ll niggas is late
You got all that right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, it’s just different

Birdman - Born Stunna (Remix) Lyrics Ft. Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne

Birdman - Born Stunna (Remix) Lyrics Ft. Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne:

[Intro: Rick Ross] Born stunna I’m a born stunna Huh born stunna

(Remix Baaaaby)

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Hook: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Nicki Minaj] Born stunna flow Consistently winning while all you bitches come and go Oh you mad? You aint headline You my son and it’s bedtime I show you bitches how to put together punchlines It aint working out, it aint crunchtime Roll a ? up, it’s a chess game, but fuck a Pusha Out in Tokyo they calling me Nicki-son Everywhere you go, they calling you Nicki’s son Coupes and trucks, money bags, Scrooge McDuck

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Birdman] Yea, a lot a lot of money bags The money in the garbage can Strapped up tight with a hundred bags Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair See, we shinin’ like the money can Since the money came, bitch we throw the money thang Yea, YMCMG Lauder Jet been a hustla since I hit the streets 2-50 on the new piece New condo, 20 thousand square feet Ballin’, uptown suicide Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Lil Wayne] I don’t know bout these other, but I’m gettin’ Trukfit money And I aint never number 2,s o you aint gettin’ shit from me And you know I’m a boss, so catch me if you can Blood, I leave a ? bleeding like that nigga got cramps I got molly, got mary, got white girl, got Keisha Used to have Trina but I still got nina Bitch I’m too cold, I’m too coke I put ya neck in my loophole I’m too hot, I’m sup’bowl My money talk, my new bowl I’m high Jupiter, Pluto But everybody know I’m from Mars Keep hatin’, gone make me catch another gun charge I’m on that good good, floating like Aladdin Born stunna, stuntin’ like my daddy

[Hook]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

Rick Ross - Hold Me Back Lyrics

Rick Ross - Hold Me Back Lyrics:

[Intro] I see how these niggas playin’

But I could adapt

These niggas won’t hold me back (x8)

These hoes won’t hold me back

These hoes won’t hold me back

These niggas won’t hold me back

These niggas won’t hold me back

[Verse 1]

I look in my fridge, my shit lookin’ scarce

I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf

I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue

And while my niggas sell dope and don’t know what else to do

The only thing on my mind, I’m tryin’ to keep on the lights

I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight

Everything whipped well, I’m eatin’ steak, no more soup

Then I parked the Capri, I went and bought me a Coupe

Everything takes time, but this shit came fast

Niggas standin’ in line, they wanna hold me back

I multiplied my hustle, stimulated my mind

Motivated my niggas and we’ll never divide, no

[Hook]

These niggas won’t hold me back (x4)

These hoes won’t hold me back

These hoes wanna hold me back (x3)

Noooo

[Verse 2]

First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me a Lexus

I took over Florida, my connect out of Texas

Then I start sippin’ purple, got my shit screwed

When you feedin’ your circle, watch your shipments improve

Fabricate ’bout your fortune, all my fabric’s imported

Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage

24k my toilet, all my taxes reported

All my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans

All these niggas influenced by a hustler’s endurance

I just me the purest, but I need some insurance

Niggas watch who you fuckin’ just to hate on your bitches

Niggas breakin’ the rules, niggas facin’ suspicion

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Momma workin’ three jobs ’til I told her to quit

How we rose from the sewer, funny now I’m the shit

Niggas ain’t gettin’ money, but they got an opinion

Had this tech makin’ racket, serve you like you were tennis

Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check

Bitch nigga let’s play chess, yo bitch next, no latex

These niggas won’t hold me back, told the feds they sold me set

Whip ‘em right and then come right back

Whip-whip-whip ‘em right and then come right back

[Hook] x2

[Verse 4]

Pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas

They all pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas

Lookin’ down on these niggas, pussy ass niggas

Pushin’ my new Ferrari on these pussy ass niggas

Pussy hoe, pussy hoe

She a pussy hoe until she give me pussy hoe

Pussy hoe, pussy hoe

Pussy hoe, she a pussy hoe

[Hook] x2

Mary J. Blige - Why (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross, Wale, Stalley & Meek Mill)

Mary J. Blige - Why (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross, Wale, Stalley & Meek Mill):

I’ve been logging in my bed, crying til my eyes are red
We both said that things will change
But it’s still the same shade of gray
I get mad you walk away
When it all just start to fade
I know you’re fed up so am I
But we just can’t say goodbye
Boy, you know I love you
But I just can’t go on no more
Feelin’ this way

[Chorus]
You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right?
Just can’t get it right
Don’t know why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right
No matter how hard we try

I got her looking at me sideways
Live every night like it’s a Friday
My conversations are so monumental
Licking on her ear, I’m whispering a couple riddles
She fell in love with my technique
I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets
We both coming from the same place
All in her both coming at the same place
Still on my dope boy swag
Top down on my Cam’ron, Oh boy swag
Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
You the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby

[Chorus]

Can’t we turn love around
We build it up to break it down
If you knew the way I feel
You would know that this love is real
But live in heaven, go to hell then
Go right back, across the lesson
Tired of stressin’, get the message
I can’t live in this depression no more
Boy, you know I love you
But I just can’t go on feeling like this no more

[Chorus]

Back on my own again
I don’t want this to end
But baby I need a friend to show me some more
And i think it should be you

DJ Khaled - I Wish You Would ft. Kanye West & Rick Ross Lyrics

DJ Khaled - I Wish You Would ft. Kanye West & Rick Ross Lyrics:

I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be ill
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I’ve been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don’t
Pussy niggas unnoticed

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
You see these niggas’ll try to play ya
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga
The boss is testing yo ass
The feds’ll question yo ass
They be drug testin’ yo ass
And then they pray you don’t pass
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long
Still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
(ROZAY!)

Omarion - Let's Talk ft. Rick Ross Lyrics, Video

Omarion - Let's Talk ft. Rick Ross (Official Video). Lyrics and video below.

Omarion - Let's Talk ft. Rick Ross Lyrics:

omarion:
maybach music, what’s up?
i’m back and shit
lame ass niggas in your ear all night
swag got me loose, but your dress fit tight
my rolley say 2, but the time is 3
even though my watch wrong
but the time so right
ain’t selling no dreams,
i ain’t selling no lies
the dress so cold, but that body on fire
ain’t smart, seen the world
but looking at you girl
i’ll be a fool to let the chance go by
so i’m gone

rick ross:
got you with your inches off
who you be with?

omarion:
convince you that i’m the one you should be with
girl i got a thing for you, but it ain’t no secret
this conversation leads us
to a big room where we gon’ make love
cause girl i wanna please you
girl i really need you
so:

chorus:
lets’s talk about you and me
let’s talk about tonight baby
let’s talk about all the good things that can happen
if you leave with me baby
you can say i’m hatin’ if you won’t to
but he can’t do your body like i plan to girl

tripin’ with that line
what’s your name, what’s your size
so let’s see my iguana
i’ll just creep up from behind
dance off

i-eyes off you
pop a few bottles like the first of the year
stare so right, and the visual probably better
but i came over just to make things clear
no disrespect girl, we both so grown
want you by my side, wen i say solo
been paying attention, nigga steady missin’
turning you off, let me turn you on

so i’m gone

rick ross:
got you with your inches off
who you be with?

omarion:
convince you that i’m the one you should be with
girl i got a thing for you, but it ain’t no secret
this conversation leads us
to a big room where we gon’ make love
cause girl i wanna please you
girl i really need you
so:

chorus:
lets’s talk about you and me
let’s talk about tonight baby
let’s talk about all the good things that can happen
if you leave with me baby
you can say i’m hatin’ if you won’t to
but he can’t do your body like i plan to girl

tripin’ with that line
what’s your name, what’s your size
so let’s see my iguana
i’ll just creep up from behind
dance off

rick ross:

šhe looking like a bag of money
like a boss, so you know i let her count it for me
like a floss, new watch, go ranks
people next door, swim dealing cocaine
me and o, getting dough like it’s no thing
new maybach, boy we out of your range
all the chicks came like we at a knicks game
carmello’s numer first in the fifteenth
we the bešt in the biz, baby that is
i’ma handle my load, homie handle his
at the portofino just bought the top floor
i’m livin’ like nino baby and want more
now double that rev run bubble bath
overlook the city blowing out the back
she better blow my mind, yeah she can haller back
i get better with time,
and that’s a fucking rep

chorus:
lets’s talk about you and me
let’s talk about tonight baby
let’s talk about all the good things that can happen
if you leave with me baby
you can say i’m hatin’ if you won’t to
but he can’t do your body like i plan to girl

tripin’ with that line
what’s your name, what’s your šize
so let’s see my iguana
i’ll just creep up from behind
dance off

lets’s talk about you and me
let’s talk about tonight baby
let’s talk about all the good things that can happen
if you leave with me baby
you can say i’m hatin’ if you won’t to
but he can’t do your body like i plan to girl

tripin’ with that line
what’s your name, what’s your size
so let’s see my iguana
i’ll just creep up from behind
dance off