Rowstrap even though left less
Ceremony failed either though DefJam
Making me warned wish me dem salem
Roasted on boy making love berzine
Rhythm makes me dope fasting lone down wet
Risking the mandible whisky my dope brand
And drowning vibe with these

Vibe with these

Your torment never stop watching me suck your self
Me the blend for any races
In the whole sand the man
Which neither have owned the game prospocaholic rhythm god

In term val is von ido mat man

Who's the Gerald is G
On flexing capitol bone silit dog so bark
On dog tor me in dope west on dept
Hailey for double U in deck throat cutting depth in def we pray
The lack me boy shit in them win the notes risk my doubts
Bout you the mess
Finally i could compares your boy to my dick damn so wet
Lit be warning inside yourself
You paying the witchcraft for dept on death list bitch
War to my ex so bled in wept in t-rex road on black so dept on deck
How you feeling Rick Ross?
I Get A Million a Month

Hunnid stacks on the watch, hunnid blocks on the dot
Ricky Ross new whip tennis shoes and the socks
I'm up in secret city yeah that boy got that bling on
You better get the phone them bricks selling like ring tones
Stepping out fresh, Stepping out clean
My n***a young mob the boy D.P.C
When I'm up in the D, we gone stunt like a dawg
My n***as dropped out of school, broke and subject to ball
Don't worry bout the crackers cause the crackers ain't sharp
How I'm looking in the Phantom bitch you know that I'm the mob
See the grill in the front, I get the feeling of flaunts
Look how you feeling Ricky Ross I get a million a month
So mob, so mob, how I get it so mob
Pulling up to the trap fresh off of blow jobs
Yeah them thousand-dollar jeans pussy n***as tell lies
If you waiting on the side boy just hit my cell back

On deck timex my own rap
On the wack on lap with that the bad so sad
On that less beg on met drown
That hymn that diss
That find that wasted
And dope wine that on that so thats
I mean like woah
Sippin the tea i mean like woah
Making the shit i've been like woah
Tipsy dipsy i mean like woah
Yin on yang shit i mean like woah
Shit on me
Bitches waiting my game on my rhapsody
Flex the fake shit lamb i got honey
Making my boo the western fuck sadly

Damn

I told my sister to live again
It seems her best friend knows better about the jam
My friend the best boy beast Logic known all the game
The Anselm Salomon von Rothschild is on the game
You DJ waste woah I'm not bad but I'm the man
Tell me who she now lacking mind in the wish for the go my own term
I fucking lone but my decision torn on them
The wish been end

And now i have my sister smile but she is she
And betty only mind on me
Thats satisfactory
Think on me now outalame
I'm the wrist for your man before you broke in term
And now on game
You in my game
Or I'm the man
Damn