Rick Ross Blow (Feat. Dre) Lyrics

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the rosé, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A n____ wit' a attitude, take it outta context
Riding wit' them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest
Ross, stranded on the death row
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the (jars?)
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the jet, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
We came from trigga' play, kill a n____ for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the rosé, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands
? off fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
All soft b____, all bases covered man
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' b___s
I see the vision, from club vision to (prephet?)
I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes
Baby girl, come talk wit' the boss
I pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick ya shoes off

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the rosé, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
We don't take you for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance (and if you get my d___ hard)
This ya' last chance (to hop up in that big car)
Wit' tha' Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
But he a millionaire (look b____ I'm going far)
This the movement, a few n____s you wanna move wit'
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new s___
Ha, they say life's a b____
But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this d___, it's Ross

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the rosé, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow