[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up to the club and I drop my top up
All this money on me, man, you know a n***a floss
And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss
MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross

[Verse 1]
I'm in Wingstop, I'm goin' crazy
I'm in Wingstop and I feel like I'm Rozay
I've been gettin' money every week and every day
I been swagged up like my clique is MMG
I got twenty pounds and it's in the backseat
Try King Soulja, have you runnin' like track meet
Money on deck, you know this is MMG
I feel like Rozay when I'm in the VIP

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up to the club and I drop my top up
All this money on me, man, you know a n***a floss
And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss
MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross
[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross

[Verse 2]
Yeah n***a money everywhere
MMG shit, bottles up in the air
We be throwin' money all up in the air
We be shootin' pistols at you n***as, you shoot in the air
I signed Meek Mill, I signed Omarion
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like I'm the one
I feel like Rozay and my hoes gay
In my old-school, goin' 'bout three-thirty-eight

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up to the club and I drop my top up
All this money on me, man, you know a n***a floss
And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss
MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
I feel like I'm Rick Ross