Songtext von Rick Ross

Pull up to the club and I drop my top up All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I'm in Wingstop, I'm goin' crazy I'm in Wingstop and I feel like I'm Rozay I've been gettin' money every week and every day I be swagged up like my clique is MMG I got twenty pounds and it's in the backseat Try King Soulja, have you runnin' like track meet Money on deck, you know this is MMG I feel like Rozay when I'm in the VIP Pull up to the club and I drop my top up All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross Yeah nigga money everywhere MMG shit, bottles up in the air We be throwin' money all up in the air We be shootin' pistols at you niggas, you shoot in the air I signed Meek Mill, I signed Omarion I feel like, I feel like, I feel like I'm the one I feel like Rozay and my hoes gay In my old-school, goin' 'bout three-thirty-eight Pull up to the club and I drop my top up All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross I feel like I'm Rick Ross