Blow (feat. Dre)

Ricky Ross Carol City Cartel Cool and Dre Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow Way up in them Tallie Hills, burnin' like the sunset A *** wit a attitude, take it outta context Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb best Stranded on death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jars Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Gettin' blessed, on a jet is 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 real estate and a realer state of mind We came for trigga play, kill a *** 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 Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow Mo' trips, mo' whips Mo' money, I'm mo' rich Mo' haters, mo' clips Mo' jewels, mo' s*** Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands Gats all f*** in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls off, b*** a stunna, man Mo' trucks, mo' bucks Mo' freaks, mo' butts I see the vision from Club Vision, the pre face I get brain, I bust *** in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut her off on them 24's There it goes, baby girl, come talk wit tha boss I pop a rose bottle, you can kick ya shoes off Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow 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 [Mill] take it for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds, salt water blue Let's party like the pack jam, Pacman Fifty grand, stacked in my lap, man Get a lap dance and if you get my d*** hard This ya last chance to hop up in that big car Wit tha Fat Man, certified Hood Star But he a millionaire, look ***, I'm goin' far This the movement, a few *** you wanna move wit Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new s*** Ha, they say life's a *** But close ya eyes for a minute And just bite this ***, it's Ross Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow