Artist/Band:
Rick Ross
Lyrics for Song: Blow
Lyrics for Album: Port Of Miami [2006]
"Blow"
"Feat. Dre"
Ricky Ross (Ross)...
Carol City Cartel...
Cool 'n Dre...
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a handful of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means mo dough too (Bloooowwww)
Mo' problems is mo dough too (Bloooowwww)
Rick Ross got a lotta dough too
[Verse 1][Rick Ross]
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context
Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard Afghan in a bomb best
Ross, stranded on deathrow
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Thru a panoramic view, pullin haze out the jaws
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on that jet, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, i'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the modelss that we share
I'm into real estate and a realer state of mind
We came for trigga' plate, kill a nigga' for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind
[Chorus][Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a handful of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
mo money means mo dough too (Bloooowwww)
Mo' problems is more dough too (Bloooowwww)
Rick Ross got a lotta dough too
[Verse 2][Rick Ross]
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris
Half a hundred grand, and some rubberbands
That's all vest, in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
All soft, balls off, bitch a stunna', man
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts
I see the vision, for club vision, to prive
I get brain, I bust nuts, in each state
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat, they cut em' off on them 24's
There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss
I pop a rose bottle, you can kick ya' shoes off
[Chorus][Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a handful of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
mo money means mo dough too (Bloooowwww)
Mo' problems is mo dough too (Bloooowwww)
Rick Ross got a lotta dough too
[Verse 3][Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all u do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
Meal ticket for the view, this is what I do
When im on the beach, all my diamonds all water blue (Ross)
So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman
Fifty grand, stack in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This ya' last chance, to hop up in that big car
Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he a millionaire, look bitch im going far
This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna' move wit'
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross
[Chorus][Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a handful of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means mo dough too (Bloooowwww)
Mo' problems is mo dough too (Bloooowwww)
Rick Ross got a lotta dough too
(Repeat Chorus)
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