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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Jacob Brian Dutton
Jacob Brian Dutton
Songwriter
Samuel Saint-Jean
Samuel Saint-Jean
Songwriter
Edward Levert
Edward Levert
Songwriter
Robert Dukes
Robert Dukes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Thomas Bennett
Thomas Bennett
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I told her that she can't fuck me like I'm a king no more I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm a emperor, a emperor Man, I done got money everywhere, nigga But particularly that Turnpike south It's really a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel Indictment on the way, got Sadow on the case When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face Nigga movin' like the mob, hundred thousand franks Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (swish) Determined to be one of the fortunate men Bitches come from everywhere once the hustlin' commence I see you prayin', testifying, forgotten the time Bottom line, your cars should get shot up like it were mine 20 round but the voodoo, let no harm be allowed My voodoo, they all know the spirits when I be aroused Made it to star alley, started with a nickel rock Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover Opa Locka airport, let's get the plane loaded I put it on the turnpike Gold rims, whip real, blue bills duckin' the termites I'ma let one of my bad bitches tell y'all how much paper I got Baby what we living like? Twenty houses What else? Fifty cars Yeah, what I make you feel like? Priceless baby Uh, you live for me? Everyday You would die for me? Right now Uh, Double MG Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (me) Whip it in the kitchen, that boy was a fast learner Tryna live it up, two million tuck in that new Bentley truck Ain't too many I can trust so shooters is a must I reminisce when it was hit or miss I was innocent until I hit a lick Seven figures on a nigga mama couch Don't want it here, nobody talking 'bout their drought (boss) I'm chilling in a yacht in my Mitchell & Ness Stitches in my britches, 57S Swishers, you can smell 'em on the internet Ain't beefing with nobody 'cause I'm killin' that I toss the pistol on the car chase (woo) They walk into the church, it's like the boy is Mase (Lord) I'm the man out in Barcelona (boss) Got a couple of bad bitches out in California Real language, biggest Tell these niggas some old shit, bae Baby you're the biggest (uh, your fine ass) The biggest boss, you're my boss, baby How much money we gonna get? We gon' get all of it baby (uh), we gon' take it all honey Turnpike Ike (uh) You the biggest baby, you're the boss Go get a room right out of town, and I'm in Oprah's yacht I'm making move with all my range, you better call the cops Second week, and I just had to go buy me a drop Slick remarks and I'm in county, you licking the shot Cold games, I gotta step out, I'm on 'em in furs Gil Green, the way I capture the moment with words City mine, I keep the killers to fill up the church Swear to God, the quarer kilo won't get you a verse Bring mine, stay on time, and that's where we resign Meanwhile, we'd be having such a meaningful time Spiritual nigga, baptise up in G5 With bad bitches who's idols feel with Nicki Minaj Rags to riches, now I move with beautiful women Newfound, new beginning, one day dada I grew to be winning If you looking for me catch me on the turnpike And when you see me, I'ma show what this work like, nigga Fuck you think this is? Turnpike Ike nigga Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG Big Mike, Michael Delancey Free Michael Delancey Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo Carol city shit nigga He a thoughtful nigga (boss) There won't ever be a boss as big as you, baby You the biggest, the biggest boss You the biggest, the biggest boss You the boss, you the boss
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, William Leonard Roberts, Robert E. Dukes, Edward Levert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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