is C.Stone and everytime I step back all you see is big stones see I'm on it I ain't even got a major deal Rick Ross be lookin at me like I'm worth at
fucking with me And I put a mill on it Niggas and bitches they lie But home boy them stats don?t R & B boss Hustling like Rick Ross Man my flow is so
C See I need that, my hoes will gimme anythin' Grindin' back in Savannah, climbin' back through Atlanta Shoot the makin', see what shakin' My shit white as Miss Vanna It's Rick Ross
neither one of them called you back Ask J.R., my car was pushed To the limit on Cool & Dre Plus Rick Ross was hustlin' That money outcha like everyday
We do yoga!!! To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!! I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!! L.A. I mean Rick Ross is
He's Not Gonna Make It Like His Plane Got Delayed I'm Talkin' To The Real If You Fake, Then Get Lost Them Block Muscle-Men Hustlin' Like Rick Ross Real
we came in Money didn't come in, hell we went in A miracle, no time lyin homie Time for crime homie, time for dyin homie Chorus(2x) Rick Ross: its truly
stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto Rick Ross is the defination of the slums Rick Ross is the
zoom We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom We walk up in the club like You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross Just as soon as
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box inside of you I got a fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a hideout for a cop ducker I got a condo for a baller nigga I got a
i always tell the truth even when I'm in court New York, it ain't New York Go on show off, drop the top on that Porsche If everyday ya hustlin' like Rick Ross
The hustle The grind The hate The money The problems So what a G gotta go through Its what hustlers do We America's most wanted Ross, Jalil, DJ
floss on you bitchez doin 90 on the free gettin lost on you bitchez If you less than 500 ima boss on you bitchez Hustle hustle real hard rick ross
homeboy I play the hardest Jump shot stupid, yeah it's retarded You can't guard me in the paint I'm an artist See I hustle on the floor call me Rick Ross
(feat. Rick Ross) [RR] Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box.. [Trina] I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for
(feat. R. Kelly, T.I., Rick Ross, Birdman, Lil' Wayne,..) Whoo! Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light... [Fat
paper bag money This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me [Rick Ross:]
This for my strippers gettin black plastic bag money We talkin that bad money, that i.r.s can tax money ya dig me [Rick Ross] Jus made a hundred