[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the JosŠ, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context Riding wit' them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest Ross, stranded on the death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the ? Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the ?, 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 models that we share I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind We came from trigga' play, 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 hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the JosŠ, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
[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 rubber bands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts I see the vision, from club vision to ? I get brain, I bust nuts in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes Baby girl, come talk wit' the boss I pop a JosŠ bottle, you can kick ya shoes off
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the JosŠ, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it Lease apartments to get kicked out it Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it We don't take you for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross) Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man Fifty grand, stacked 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 I'm 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 hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the JosŠ, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the JosŠ, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
