Rick Ross Quotes And Lyrics

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Walk a road to riches bare feet. I watch mama struggle now she livin’ carefree.

“I’m 24/7 like IHOP.”

“My top back like JFK.”

“My shit white as Miss Vanna.”

“I’m bad, magazines up the ass.”

“I’m hot until the day a day freezes.”

“I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter.”

“My car’s a virgin, first one to hit it.”

“Poof! A hundred mill, David Copperfield.”

“I’m a Mike Tyson type of typewriter sniper.”

“I’m building a dream with elevators in it.”

“So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud.”

“Two pinky rings, trick it like I’m Nicky Barnes.”

“A nigga cheese dipping, I like my nachos hot.”

“I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet.”

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“My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life.”

“Before I was a fetus, had the genes of a leader.”

“Money ain’t a thing, just look at my pinky rings.”

“Middle of December, I will melt your fucking snow.”

“Bitch I think I’m Spielberg / I just made a movie.”

“If I fuck you once shorty, you could write a book.”

“Time to milk the game, bitch / I went and bought a cow.”

“Pinky ring a hundred grand, but keep that on the d-low.”

“My dick a big stretch and quick to tell a bitch to fetch.”

“I’m a G, my life a movie / I got rubber uzis in my jacuzzi.”

“I hit a lick and went and bought a wing stop (twenty of ’em).”

“I’m a kamikaze in a Maserati / I’m John Gotti, got my own army.”

“I kick Bapes, only wear ’em once / Red Pradas, strawberry blunts.”

“My new crib got its own city limit / Motherfucker got his own city in it.”

“Am I really just a narcissist, ’cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?”

“I got ’em catching amnesia / time to pull the fucking minks out the freezer.”

“Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box / Mr. KFC, VVS’s in the watch.”

“I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi / Never go wrong, GPS in my Ferrari.”

“I won’t sing to you like Chris and Ne-Yo, but I’m fresher than a stick of deo.”

“Once the bitch needs an oil change, I go and buy a new one ’cause I’m spoiled man.”

“Started with a biscuit, now I got a loaf / Hoes want a slice, I wanna tell her no.”

“Fornicated in my fortress, 40K still my mortgage / 24K my toilet, all my taxes reported.”

“American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia / Read between the lines, or yo ass like Fantasia.”

“Multi-millionaire, I had a monster year / We own monster trucks, so yeah we crush ya haters.”

“Vacation to Haiti, it nearly broke my heart / Seeing kids starve, I thought about my Audemar.”

“Got the club rocking like a fucking boat / I’m the pirate of this ship, all you mates got to go.”

“Hoppin’ out the Bugatti with my Ballys on / No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted too nigga.”

“Take my bitch around the globe / Hawaii, hang gliding in the mountains / Shittin’ on these hoes.”

“Welcome to the mall, here’s your first pinky ring / 20 karats, 20 grand, Paris Hilton, linen bed.”

“Took her to the crib, she said it look like an outlet / took my powercord and plugged it into her outlet.”

“Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m Santa Claus / Niggas gather around, I got gifts for each and all of y’all.”

“I spent a milli on the car, it come alive / Never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like a Gremlin / It’s a multimillion dollar motherfucker in it.”

Rick Ross Hustlin’ Lyrics

Everyday I’m hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’

Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’

Who the fuck you think you fuckin’ with, I’m the fuckin’ boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that’s fuckin’ Ross
I cut ’em wide, I cut ’em long, I cut ’em fat (What)
I keep ’em comin’ back (What), we keep ’em comin’ back
I’m in the distribution, I’m like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin’ ‘cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noreaga, the real Noreaga
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain’t petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money right
I’m on the pedal, show you what I’m runnin’ like
When they snatched black I cried for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin’ a hundred lifes

[Chorus] Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m

We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain’t bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I’m on my money shit still whippin’ them Benz’s
Major league who catchin’ because I’m pitchin’
Jose Canseco just snitchin’ because he’s fiend ish
I feed ’em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin’ over Pacific to be specific
Triple C’s you know it’s fat we holdin’ sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell ’em that
Mo’ cars, mo’ hoes, mo’ clothes, mo blows

[Chorus]

It’s time to spend my thrills custom spinnin’ wheels
I ain’t drove in a week them bitches spinnin’ still
Talk about me ’cause these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers chalkin’ bout me, it ain’t no talk about me
It ain’t no walkin’ ’round me, see all these killers ’round me
Lot of drug dealin’ ’round me goin’ down in Dade County
Don’t tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil’ mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I’m convertible Burt
I got distribution so I’m convertin’ the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off yayo
Steady slangin’ yayo, my Chevy bangin’ heyo

[Chorus]

Rick Ross Hustlin’ Lyrics from MetroLyrics

Rick Ross Nobody Lyrics

[Produced by Diddy] [Intro: Diddy] You wanted to fuckin’ walk around these roaches. These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin’ mortals. I’m tryna push you to supreme bein’. 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] Momma’s tryna save me but she don’t know I’m tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, ’til I got this paper
You’re nobody ’til 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, art of 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
Stalkin’ niggas on their IG’s, never; I be
Still solo, Under Armour still Polo
No wire, on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin’ high feeling like it’s vodou
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 Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed of Nino
Pretty cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays

[Hook] [Interlude: Diddy] You fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ silly looks on their faces. You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga? Make up your goddamn 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 countin’ sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin’ with more snitches
We kill ’em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when I’m feelin’ like, you wanna know what winners like
And I’m never on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ’s for two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine, until it’s even: 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 worths

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

Rick Ross Nobody Lyrics from Genius

Rick Ross Thug Cry Lyrics

I just wanna be the one
I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you’re down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly

I’m a show you tonight
That I’m a put it on you baby
Take you past the sky…

Wake up in the world and I’m just another nigga
Call it public housing when you next door to the killers
On them corners it gets better as you go
Grind that motherfucker ’till it’s yellow brick road
Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse
On my knees praying, niggas shooting in the church
Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat
I lived on Billboard, where the fuck to go next?
Go against the odds, youngin’ go and get a job
Another country boy they want back on the farm
So far from my goals but I’m close to my kids
Gon’ cry for Mac Dre throwing up the Thizz

I just wanna be the one
I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you’re down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly

Well let me light one for my problems
Smoking on that loud, pumping up that volume
Get it cracking like an eggshell in this motherfucker make omelettes
Get a bad bitch that posts up like comments
They don’t know what I been through, don’t know what I’m going through
As long as I get through that’s what I look forward to
Richer than a bitch but still I can’t afford to
Let these niggas play with me need to be remorseful
I swear I got that silencer on that Mac 9 and I kill these niggas with silence
My head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giant
Can’t trust none of these niggas, I murk one of these niggas
Then bury one of these niggas, still got dirt under my fingers, that
Ain’t a threat that’s a bet cause they coming at my neck like the best a man can get
To make a long story short I need a shoulder because the devil on one
The other one I’m looking over
Tunechi…

I just wanna be the one
I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you’re down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly

Niggas hating like it’s Salt Lake City
No tints on that pretty ass Bentley
Want you to know that them comments don’t offend me
Cause your baby mama so friendly
I proceed with the plan, weed in my hand
Ciroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan
Money over bitches, first nigga with a wraith
Double M, we handle business
Cause them niggas getting raped
Go get the yellow tape, it’s well orchestrated
200 acres estates, a young nigga made it
Came from the hood, ain’t nothing changed
Still lemon pepper on my motherfucking wings

I just wanna be the one
I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you’re down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly

Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?

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