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Rick Ross Lyrics Ring Ring

Rick Ross Ft. Future Ring Ring Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, I’m ’bout to leave the studio bout 2:30 baby
You can just hit me back then, you know what I’m sayin’?
I’mma pick up for you

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’mma let my phone ring ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds are forever, she my b!tch forever
Had my back forever, I was in that trap forever
All the lonely nights, I was chasin’ cheddar
Now I got her movin’ white, now it’s like whatever
Put down that bus pass she got her some Porsche keys
Got her a Birkin bag, earrings for 40 G’s
Sex keep on getting better, cause she keep getting wetter
Got her that sexy condo, nothing can separate us
When I’m in Chi-Town, I’m just a call away
Or on the West Coast, lost like I’m Marvin Gaye
I put up the Phantom, time to chill in Atlanta
She say I’m her future before she peel off them panties

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Diamonds are forever, she my b!tch forever
Crib big as Turner Field so you know we rich forever
Diamonds in a bezel, smokin’ on this leather
No my grind couldn’t be better, and she thick as ever
I got killers in Decatur, as well as Dade County
She in cribs with elevators, as well as water fountains
How we move can’t be debated, the hustle well rounded
Talking square feet, master suite, 12,000

[Hook: Future]
Lemme be the one you call when it’s time to be a freak
Lemme be the one you call when you’re tryna hit the sheets
Lemme be the one you call when you’re ready to hit the spot
Lemme be the one you call when you tryna turn it up a notch
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
I’mma let my phone ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

Rick Ross Ft. Future Ring Ring Lyrics

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MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics Rick Ross

Rick Ross MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics

(Ft. Pharrell, Meek Mill & Stalley)

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
I’m feelin’ myself, hope you feelin’ me too
God forgives and I don’t
Unforgettable dude
I’m ballin’ my nigga, and that’s word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor that brother but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn’t make the rules
I’m just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from spaghetti O’s to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still was selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 2 : Pharrell]
They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans
Nonsense, that’s the necklace nigga, the light’s moving
This is jewelry, that shit is foolery
Frozen water on my neck nigga, who’s cool as me?
Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain
My nigga Ross said he’s the boss cause he works cocaine
And under no certain circumstances
Would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain
And your feelings, yeah they villains but I’m chillin
I’m still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse?
My niggas be stealin’ and killin’ and thrillin’ for the birds
Making deals squeezing life outta the next ?
I’m on my iPhone, b!tches put their naked pictures on my iPad
The doors go up and iGone
Black boy scorin’ his life, I’m scorin’ the Oscars
Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster
But now I eat the apple, with my AP
Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
Says the little boy that loves you
Who had the ashy feet
Now wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week
Where the upper classes meet, that’s just me
I smash the beat..

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 3 : Meek Mill]
Dedication and motivation
Gave them motors to hate me
Old homies betrayed me
Running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter they had 4 and the baby
It was a whole different story but f-ck ’em niggas is shady
Now I’m self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining nigga, never had them selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me “go and get a tummy shake”
Had to learn on my own
Ask my momma, I was gone
Puffin purple getting stoned
Tryna take the pain away
Now its Rolls Royce’s, umbrella’s for a rainy day
Old heads told me “young fella, this ain’t the game to play!”
Had to take a chance told the dealer “deal my hand”
And now that nigga’s gettin’ murdered, shit is getting scary
I put ? on the Ghost
I’m screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let ’em cross the line at scrimmage they get f-cking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a Russian
was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don’t f-ck with Larry
I was just trying to ball, ducking D’s and grinding raw
But now I’m pulling up in that thing, them niggas gone need ?
I’m gone!

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Verse 4 : Stalley]
I’m staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, I’m gettin’ money. Period!
They said I got a old soul and I’m rich nigga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sippin’ on that dirty juice
With a trade deuce livin life like they ain’t made loot
Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I’mma get it myself
I ain’t known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I’m gone tomorrow
Young Bonapart, I’m Noah dawg, like Chi Ali, dark shades like Cool Moe Dee
Cool fly nigga is who I be
Big chain with a bigger charm, leavin’ with a bad chick under my arm
Geechi Liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse
(diamonds on everything, even my posse)

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

Rick Ross MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics

Rick Ross Last Breath Lyrics

Rick Ross Last Breath Lyrics
(Ft. Meek Mill & Birdman)

[Intro]
Nigga, long as you living how you wanna live
Niggas gon’ talk about you
And that’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute, niggas that’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1 – Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your b!tch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
What’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while I’m rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking I’m doing wrong, when these niggas ain’t right

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 2 : Meek Mill]
I just scooped me a BM
And bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was Hov
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin’, I’m f-cking all of they hoes
So I don’t blame ‘em, no I don’t knock ‘em
But if they play my dogs, we slay ‘em, I’m talkin’ pop ‘em
Want some attention, hall-of-fame ‘em, they talkin’ bout us
Acting like b!tches ’til we spray ‘em, get the coffin out ya
We all about it, ahhhhh
I’m ballin’ till my very last breath
I hustle like I’m on my last cheque
And I ain’t even in my bag yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO!

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 3 : Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I’m good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
Talkin’ panhandle pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
Ain’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4 : Birdman]
Ballin’ till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred B’s in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
‘Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
Puttin’ it down, hold it down for my f-ckin’ rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

Rick Ross Last Breath Lyrics

Rick Ross Party Heart Lyrics

Rick Ross Party Heart Lyrics

(Ft. Stalley & 2 Chainz)

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart
Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 1 : Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I’m on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon’ be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it’s a party all around us

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart
Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I’m still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I’m travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-boy

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart
Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 3 : 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it’s far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they ’bout it but I’m ’bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of (?)
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it’s really dough
I’m on the phone with a b!tch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this b!tch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don’t wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart

Rick Ross Party Heart Lyrics

Rick Ross Ft. Diddy New Bugatti Lyrics

Rick Ross New Bugatti Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Diddy]
You niggas paranoid, I party getting money
I know I’m the shit, my janitor be getting money
I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view
Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
Pray for me damn, I grind every day for it
If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
I got money, baby I could order eight more
F-ck the Forbes list, let’s tell the truth, I ate more
I got a billion, baby, time to get me eight more
Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor

[Hook : Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil’
(It’s time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b!tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)

Five mil’ cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it’s not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

[Verse 2 : Diddy]
These haters speculate
They always watching mine
She know what time it is
Just like my watch line
My clothes line
The cologne, b!tch
I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, b!tch
I’m strong, b!tch
I own shit
Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
I’m the money man
Money never financed
Come get this money, baby
With your fine ass

If your nigga broke, it’s time to get another one
If your b!tch is tripping, time to get another one
I’m Puff Daddy, b!tch, there’ll never be another one
Bugatti Boys forever one

[Hook : Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil’
(It’s time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b!tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)

Five mil’ cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it’s not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

[Verse 3 : Rick Ross]
I’m feeling the money
I’m loving the paper
Nigga hating the hood
Took his ho to Jamaica
If I let down the top
Let the breeze in my beard
V.I.P. is the spot
They playing musical chairs
My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
Got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body in
One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
Jewels like I’m Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
Feeling myself, b!tch, you do the same
F-ck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
My b!tch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
If I bust at your chest, I bet that’s a wrap

[Hook : Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil’
(It’s time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b!tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)

Five mil’ cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it’s not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

Rick Ross New Bugatti Lyrics