your Kangol They some barracudas, and I'm up with the cash flow They some assholes I think I'm Castro, I think I'm Scarface Blowing money fast, Ricky
[Intro - Rick Ross] With kush and lean on my breath The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla You Know I'm talkin bout [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Shout out to
I let the shit collapse Money is my pet peeve, give me hourly If there is none at all, than I'm pissed off I listen to Rick Ross and I know Ricky Ross
pack, Can't help to think back How I was eager to sell crack, I thought it was the shit (Damn) When they talk about my influence, I thought of uncle Ricky (Uncle Ricky
paid my share of taxes too Now I can't buy my baby shoes I got these red, white and pink-slip blues I hide the pickup truck in Ricky Brown's garage
Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite Niggaz got to fuck me right Chorus: Verse two: foxy brown Aye yo fox quit the pp on niggaz that is ricky
find someone who would be true Cause Ricky needs a love that's true Truuuuuuuuuuue, oh dear, scooby dooby doo Scooby doo doo Then I met Sin Sweating the viking A brown
I?ve got 10 dollars on some fire If you can do this muthaphukka lets get a twenty fuck white zig zags I need some brown stickys I mean that swisha go
I've got 10 dollars on some fire If you can do this muthaphukka lets get a twenty fuck white zig zags I need some brown stickys I mean that swisha go
That's when I know I got 10 dollars on some fire If you got 10 motherfucker lets get 20 Fuck white zig zags I need some brown sticky I mean that swish
When you woo-woo So nasty it's sick Wanna know my tricks Studyin' me like a flick I'm the girl your mama warned you about at night Ask Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky
Him sell Him out for thirty pieces betray Him, slay Him, do the devil's mayhem but you can't shake Jesus a crown of thorns on His brow, His eye on the
Now who got da fever for the flav',who can dig da way that I flex on a track I'm causin' rampage,Ricky rick on point wid da 9-5 style from ma lips they
Now who got da fever for the flav', who can dig da wag that I flex on a track I'm causin' rampage, Ricky rick on point with da 9-S style from ma lips
Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite Niggaz got to fuck me right chorus: Verse Two: Foxy Brown Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky
ruffneck bad boy no walk with out dem handgun hug it up and kiss it up dem nor put it down any minute any second dem will shoot you down ricky tiggy