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Rick Ross - The Pulitzer (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Producer

Lyrics

Ah, ah Huh Check I can't believe that them niggas returned We the one that the bitches prefer In the club, we party until we get sweaty In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready Hold my dick, doin' biz' with Liz Claiborne Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it Doctor J in the bank, scorin' title in the paint Ray Kroc on my block, double cup my purple drank They watchin' me close, even readin' my lips Bussin' the .45, then I'm pleadin' the fifth And I'm leavin' as if, that's a meeting I missed Such a wonderful time, even blew 'em a kiss Timbaland rich, 250 a beat You should see his new crib, even came with a street Still be touchin' the white, talkin' that Bubba Sparxxx It got a double R, only if it's one of us Run along, boy, if you don't want a war I got the price, motherfucker, it's The Pulitzer Woop, woop It's pharaoh dinero They say that the floor is facetious Fat boy just keep fillin' the bleachers Went from sellin' yayo with the nosebleeds Young niggas only got rich with the wrong things I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring Rhymin' longer than prison sentences in New Orleans My nigga did a dub, now he at the feds Shit, it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds Them Percocets, they heavy on the ledge 20 million cash, yes, that's called success Thousand acres, my own Metropolis And he still hustle with dominance Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits Gettin' money, it's still Boobie gang No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bang
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Rick Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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