Rick Ross-MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics

Rick Ross-MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics

[Hook]
[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
from the block to boulevard
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
(wooh wooh)
The rain is gone
from the block to boulevard
(wooh wooh)
The rain is gone
the rain is..

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
I’m feelin myself, hope you feelin me too
God forgives and I don’t
Unforgettable dude
I’m ballin my nigga, and that’s word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor that brother but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn’t make the rules
I’m just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from spaghetti O’s to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still was selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

[Hook]

[Pharrell]
They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans
Nonsense, that’s the necklace nigga, the light’s moving
This is jewelry, that shit is foolery
Frozen water on my neck nigga, who’s cool as me?
Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain
My nigga Ross said he’s the boss cause he works cocaine
And under no certain circumstances
Would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain
And your feelings, yeah they villains but I’m chillin
I’m still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse?
My niggas be stealin’ and killin’ and thrillin’ for the birds
Making deals squeezing life outta the next ?
I’m on my iPhone, bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad
The doors go up and iGone
Black boy scorin’ his life, I’m scorin’ the Oscars
Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster
But now I eat the apple, with my AP
Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
Says the little boy that loves you
Who had the ashy feet
Now wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week
Where the upper classes meet, thats just me
I smash the beat..

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Dedication and motivation
Gave them motors to hate me
Old homies betrayed me
Running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter they had 4 and the baby
It was a whole different story but f-ck ‘em thme niggas is shady
Now I’m self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining nigga, never had them selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me “go and get a tummy shake”
Had to learn on my own
Ask my momma, I was gone
Puffin purple getting stoned
Tryna take the pain away
Now its Rolls Royce’s, umbrella’s for a rainy day
Old heads told me “young fella, this ain’t the game to play!”
Had to take a chance told the dealer “deal my hand”
And now that nigga’s gettin’ murdered, shit is getting scary
I put ? on the Ghost
I’m screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let ‘em cross the line at scrimmage they get f-cking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a Russian
was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don’t fuck with Larry
I was just trying to ball, ducking D’s and grinding raw
But now I’m pulling up in that thing, them niggas gone need some tylenol
I’m gone!

[Hook]

[Stalley]
I’m staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, I’m gettin money. Period!
They said I got a old soul and I’m rich nigga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
With a trade deuce livin life like they ain’t made loot
Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I’mma get it myself
I ain’t known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I’m gone tomorrow
Young Bonapart, I’m Noah dawg, like Chi Ali, dark shades like Cool Moe Dee
Cool fly nigga is who I be
Big chain with a bigger charm, leavin’ with a bad chick under my arm
Geechi Liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse
(diamonds on everything, even my posse)

[Hook]

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Rick Ross – Bag Of Money Lyrics

Rick Ross – Bag Of Money Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

[Wale]
Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
We can do like 8 positions
Hit it til your make up missing
Baby girl my stroke official
And you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line, most of ‘em 9′s
Couple of ‘em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
And I aint always on the prowl its just my soda mixed with brown
Got me quite open for a while
So let me in or let me out
And I like my marijuana bright
And I like my window tinted out
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Yeah George you know what this about
I just might throw a big amount
Don’t know if I’m ‘posed to take you out
I just know I’m ‘posed to praise you up
Don’t mean I aint ‘posed to take you down
Word up

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

[Meek Mill]
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
E’rry time she fuck me she say “can I have some money?”
And I say “can I get a threesome?”
She say “boy, you funny”
But I be like foreal, just pick up that phone
Call up one of your girls
When I’m on that pill and I pop that purp
Girl I put in that work
Long as she calling me first
Its 14 racks when I put on that purse
Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad
When I murk through pass in that dark blue?
She like my style but I talk too fast
And I got that drive and she just might crash
Hold up
She say she fucking with me the long way
She gon’ ride this dick I had a long day
Nigga look at my bitch you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning

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Face lyrics by Rick Ross

Face lyrics by Rick Ross

(Feat. Trina)

trina:
i fuck em once [i fuck em once] i fucked em twice [i fucked em twice] i fucked him three times dat´ll change ya life.

rick ross:
nine times outta ten it´s a big body benz wit a real nigga in it. ride if you wanna win. i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face.

trina:
nine times outta ten he wanna fly yella thangz that can entertain nip it in my yellow chain. i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face.

rick ross:
sellin´ dope countin money keep my dick hard. time to bust it wide open for a big boy.

trina:
big yella thangz all black boots. money like mariah rihanna hair-do.

rick ross:
mind on the money but this but this bitch so fine. took my eyes off the money watch this bitch the whole time.

trina:
mind on the money but this nigga so fly. time to jump off in that biz and ride that thing the whole time. [yeah.]

rick ross:
i´m gettin face [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin face.] doin´ twenty miles per an hour cause i´m gettin´ face.

trina:
i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face [i´m gettin face.] sittin at the green light cause i´m gettin´ face.

rick ross:
nine times outta ten it´s a big body benz wit a real nigga in it. ride if you wanna win. i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face.

trina:
nine times outta ten he wanna fly yella thangz that can entertain nip it in my yellow chain. i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face.

rick ross:
i does it like a boss every time i pull it out cause it catch it like a club but its all over her mouth. excellent face. excellent pace. number one nigga baby you got excellent taste.
nice condo i´m talkin´ forty floors. it´s only me and gucci major forty hoes. i´m gettin´ face. i´m gettin face. if i fuck em more than once baby gettin´ laced. she got a car she got a job she´s a lucky girl my shinin star.

nine times outta ten it´s a big body benz wit a real nigga in it. ride if you wanna win. i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face.

trina:
nine times outta ten he wanna fly yella thangz that can entertain nip it in my yellow chain. i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face.

trina:
nine times outta ten he wanna fly yella thangz that can entertain nip it in my yellow chain.

rick ross:
i´m gettin face. i´m gettin´ face i´m gettin´ face. i´m gettin´ face.

trina:
i´m gettin´ face. [i´m gettin´ face.] i´m gettin´ face [i´m gettin face.] sittin at the green light cause i´m gettin´ face.

rick ross:
i´m gettin´ face. i´m gettin´ face. i´m gettin´ face. i´m gettin´ face.

trina:
i fuck em once [i fuck em once] i fucked em twice [i fucked em twice] i fucked him three times dat´ll change ya life.

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