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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Composer
Aldrin Davis
Aldrin Davis
Composer
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Composer
Arthur Ross
Arthur Ross
Composer
Leon Ware
Leon Ware
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Toomp
DJ Toomp
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Hakeem Sisney
Hakeem Sisney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Steven McDowell
Steven McDowell
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Letras

Hood Billionaire Nigga need that quinine I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me You know where I'm at though I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs I got Priscilla, I got Priscilla I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla I been that nigga, I been that nigga I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs My face familiar, my face familiar Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings I could fly Priscilla, send her in the mail She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good God" You feel that itch, you feel that itch That heroin moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs Run up in the trap, I push the panic button Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing Bumping Playa Fly until a player die Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave a five My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes I got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mine I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard? I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs Crushing them sleepin' pills up, I'm steppin' on the dawg Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon off They cannot stunt, shoot them rifles long like African Got them young boys shooting shit up like Africans Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come Stacking funds off the drugs, me go quick to rob the clubs Nigga mouth was full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing Iced 'em with the heater, took his shit, it's a cold game His niggas know I done it, now it's rumors they want my head Got my Russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bed My niggas killing about this shit, for realling about this shit Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, about this shit I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs
Writer(s): Leon Ware, Arthur Ross, Aldrin Davis, William Leonard Ii Roberts, Patrick Earl Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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