[Rick Ross] Ugh, there he go, thats John Doe There he go, thats John Doe There he go, thats John Doe Balling on you b-tches like I’m Rondo
[Chorus] 24′s, John Doe All gold, John Doe them boys dealing blow, they John Doe Night work for the load, that’s John Doe I’m still balling like I’m dough dealin ugh I’m still balling like I’m dough dealin ugh I parked the Caddy in the living room just parked the Caddy in the living room
[Rick Ross- Verse 1] I brought a Benz and it’s paid for I brought a b-tch that b-tch paid for I brought a stick and its made for welfare, yeah stick it in ya a-hole aye ho you know I got that A-1 yayo and I’m quick to slang one jumping n-ggas like a chess piece spend a couple hundred dollars on my chest piece outta town n-ggas we call ‘em fresh meat he say he nettin me boy you must refresh me better miss me with the convo wanna know my name b-tch, John Doe
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[Rick Ross- Verse 2] I got a b-tch who has a habit spending stacks on nice fabrics that head great, that p-ssy lavish I’m peeling collie greens that 30 carrots reporting live from my Rolls Royce I’m ready to die and put that on my old boy count 1.5 I holla “Oh Lord” when Im on the jet know them choppers on board rims taller than a bulldozer everybody tucking pistols when we pulled over fresh up out the fest, salute my n-gga Fanzo yea they asked my name but he told ‘em John Doe
Rick Ross Play Your Part (feat. Wale, Meek Mill & DA from Chester French)
[Chorus:] You think you using me like this games new to me but you aint confusing me you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees but that aint stopping me and I aint stopping you see we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part just play your part just play your part we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Rick Ross:] I’m incline with women who come on they time she came over and she came a few times from crispy futons to Christian Louboutin game over had her shopping in Milan 20 racks really thats sneaker money triple white Ferrari yeah thats the Easter bunny at the Ceaser in Vegas yeah I put the Visa on it now all she do is tell me how she used to love me I let her decorate the real estate and I let her spend a half the ticket give or take a couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars canary yellow everything plane chartered I spolied her maybe ’cause I adored her more than fly that girls a flying saucer my Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life and she said the love of picture just roll the dice
[Chorus:] you think you using me like this games new to me but you aint confusing me you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees but that aint stopping me and I aint stopping you see we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part just play your part just play your part we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Wale:] I try to love ‘em in the physical not literal she said she love me but what I’m feeling is minuscule I understand that Prada lives in her inner soul so the devil that droves in her got in control Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin’ getting got cake up though my paper way thicker than model make up but ya’ll wait up my mind racing my toe slippin a lot of women is real some b-tches Robin Givings I never give ‘em no liquid no pot to piss in I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent I’m pitchin b-tches thats dreamin’ thinking Im trickin’ chicken I’m simply f-ckin’ with b-tches that know they whole position thats real n-gga sh-t real n-gga life I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe I aint tryna fight, I aint tryna fuss I trying for the money, they tryna fall in love.
[Chorus:] you think you using me like this games new to me but you aint confusing me you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees but that aint stopping me, and I aint stopping you see we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part just play your part just play your part we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Meek Mill:] I say, how can they compare to you everything material trickin’ sh-t for kids and you know I dont need no cereal you know I was ridin’ and you switched up a gear or two so I let others sh-t you on dead, burial funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you Cabo to Jamaica every weekend honey moon and you like the sound and I aint ever try tuning you but now Im just assuming you living off of hearsay treble like the radio ’cause everything was fair play 1st class herm ass Panamera perp pass greed written on her face when I bought her first bag and I aint really give a f-ck It was like a n-gga rushed told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up she call me daddy like a n-gga puff just play your role and you can live it up
[Chorus:] you think you using me like this games new to me but you aint confusing me you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees but that aint stopping me and I aint stopping you see we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part just play your part just play your part we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Diddy] You n-ggas paranoid, I party gettin’ money I know I’m the sh-t 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, I grind everyday for it if you see me riding in it, means I paid for it Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours I got money baby I could order 8 more f-ck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more I got a billion baby time to get 8 more 12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more stack up all the cases of Ciroc on the 8th floor
[Chorus - Rick Ross] (Diddy in brackets) Got a hundred million (its time to get another one) How this Bugatti feel (I may need me another one) 5 bad b-tches (just got me another one) P Diddy run the city (never be another one) 5 mill cash (and I need another one) rocking a different Rollie (no this not the other one) Stacking a number gettin’ money (n-gga number one) real n-ggas run the city (never be another one)
[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 sh-t gave myself a ten digit bonus I’m the money man, never financed go get this money baby, with yo fine ass if ya n-gga broke it’s time to get another one if oyu b-tch is trippin’ time to get another one I’m Puff Daddy b-tch there’ll never be another one Bugatti Boyz forever one
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[Rick Ross] I feelin’ the money I’m lovin’ the paper n-gga hate in the hood took his hoe to Jamaica if I let down the top let the breeze in my beard VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs
my Columbian the man, holla beam me up Shawty got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body 1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti jewels like I’m Slick Rick ballet shoes lade dade I’m billin’ myself, b-tch you do the same f-ck what I spend at the bar you should see how I came keep my b-tch at her best with one foot in the trap if I bust at your chest I bet thats a wrap take that
[Ludacris - Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride see batman, cruisin' in my black man ride making white man money supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream (repeated) [Rick Ross] Punish all these n-ggas f-cking all these bitches buying every diamonds, every weapon in existance terminator x, I'm a public enemy born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy head of a family, like a Don, Sicily sex, money, murder, I'm investing all my energy billionnaire eventually, hustler of the century Source Cover, man of the year, envy me one for the money, two for the hoes got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose smile for your camera while your whole face froze stack up all them bodies I'mma whole case load middle of December I will melt your f-cking snow while my price is high, I will get you dealt with for the low black man's World, white man drugs no discrimination for my Mexican bloods [Chorus] [Ludacris - Verse 2] Check me out, it go one for the money two for the hoes three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose n-gga roll it with precision and f-ck an intervention I'm the boss muthaf-cker don't need nobody permission you can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens girl, face upon my lap, thats a head on collision we find out who been snitching these n-ggas come up missing yeah the chopper see right through it got x-ray vision now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen get your money than get out, you better make the right decision or you might be clanking metal maybe swimming with the fishes but I guess it's do or die for these black man riches so I bought myself a Rover and a Bemmer for the mrs chrome lips all on the whip and yeah thta bitch be blowing kisses now some n-ggas may not like me cause I never flip the bird but these n-ggas gon respect me mark my muthaf-cking words [Chorus]
[Rick Ross Verse 1] The minute I wake up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some b-tches and have a good time A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of p-ssy call it a drive by I’ma slide by sippin on that high life and my slippers jack triple where my five light as a all-star I made so many highlights touchdown field goal this my night she the wild type ready for the wild night are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type I hope you are ’cause that mean a player all right smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin’
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa] I stay high while ya’ll stay low tryna tell me ’bout the smell I know but I stay red form all that smoke the weeds with me everywhere I go and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh and ya’ll can roll,
[Rick Ross Verse 2] I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray dickin her down for the few past days she asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer? shawty green as the reefer even the grinder f-ckin like its a porn in my recliner lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina shes a lair but damn she does it well we on fire imagine what it’ll sell all my homies are people that I admire small click of real n-ggas smokin that fire holdin’ my dick until the day that I expire we and Wiz in the benz gettin’ higher
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[Rick Ross - Verse 3] I’m in the right pair of Nike Airs from gravel to marble I travel light years Im like chyea Ima chill right chea like the Mack 11 on me n-gga no fear skateboard aboard to PanAmerica I make more abroad than in America waitin’ for the day Bob rose from the dead in HD as I take an ounce to the head
[Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones he bought four, I front him 5 more
[Rick Ross - Verse 1] Suave house, stil lindependant distribution mexican he still sending no contract, take my word send a hundred packs bitch them my birds shoe box, no shoes in 'em in the two seater, me and two women no Def Jam, went solo took the custy's prices solo
[Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones he bought four, I front him 5 more
[T.I. - Verse 2] Its the king young gunna hotter thana suana in the summer nigga think I'm playing round if you wanna bring the thunder and the lightening like a sighting if you try me on that Wrren Buffet shit that monkey shit behind me you want me square nigga you know where to find me don't call me on my cell yopu tryna send a pimp to jail if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah hey let me send a little message to my enemies you nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me billionaire swag witha dope boys energy
[Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones he bought four, I front him 5 more
[Rick Ross - Verse 3] Soft white, I got that G-mix I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips trick a hundred hoes spend a few chips 9 piece, straight 8 balls got your bottom bitch going AWOL nigga's looking at ya like you fell off no sir, not me I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari bullet proof, nigga teflon why you snorting that that shit stepped on
[Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones he bought four, I front him 5 more
