Ross’ Lyrics
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Yea, such a breath of fresh air
Get a blow job, have a seizure on a Lear
Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year
Or bring it back tomorrow, that’s a lease that disappear
Count new money, peeling out a venue
New Maybach after it was discontinued
Never question mine, my mind is so inventive
Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives
Maybach IV the allure that I adore
All money game, we got ones in the floor
See me on the wood, ni**a, pause at the game
Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames
Bow to the boss in the presence of a don
Started on the corner ni**a, didn’t have a coin
Playing my position for a club that I can join
Never in the draft, but that boy know he going
Throw me a bomb, get me a brick
That’s on the Quran I’mma go and get the chips
Go and get a rental, I got a cute bi**h
She’s showing some potential, so we taking trips
Ni**a, assets last while memories fade
I’mma bust that ass, I don’t get paid
I’m a Mike Tyson type of typewriter sniper
Double M life ’til a ni**a pay the piper
I love when the beat dip
Same way I love to see a key flip
Go and pay your mama house off
Get sucked off, shorty wipe your mouth off
I’m alive, you could never write the South off
South paw, box a ni**a off like a outlaw
Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth boi
Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw
Pulling up slow, look at that boy
Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
All the g’s with me, Maybach Eazy-E
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