Rick Ross feat Drake & French Montana - Stay Schemin - 2012

Artist: Rick Ross

Estelle Featuring Rick Ross - Break my heart

Estelle Featuring Rick Ross - Break my heart
Estelle - Break My Heart ft. Rick Ross [Official Video]
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DJ Khaled feat Lil Wayne, Rick Ross & Drake - im on one - 2011 - lyrics

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(Get em on) I’m on one (Get em on) I’m on one (Get em on) I said I’m on one [Drake] I’m getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy But get it while you here boy Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you had your shot With my skin tanned and my hair long And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me take it! [Drake - Chorus] All I care about is money and the city that I’m from I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya I’m on one Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one Yeah, I said I’m on one F-ck it, I’m on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I’m on one I said fuck it I’m on one [Rick Ross] I’m burning purple flowers It’s burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear Burner in the belt Move the kids to the hills (BOSS) Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s Still running with the same niggas til the death of me Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully Ever made love to the woman of your dreams In a room full of money out in London and she screams Baby, I could take it there Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled) And it’s double M G until I get the chair [Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I’m a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I aint buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to the world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence [Chorus] DJ Khaled Ft. Lil Wayne, Drake & Rick Ross – I’m On One Lyrics

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Ace Hood Ft. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross - Hustle Hard - Remix - Mp3

Ace Hood Featuring. Lil Wayne, Rick Ross - Hustle Hard Remix

Hustle Hard (Remix) Lyrics -
Artist: Ace Hood (Feat Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)
Album: ~
Year: 2011

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[Intro - Ace Hood & (Lil Wayne)] G-mix, I do it (Yeah), g-mix, (this the remix) (Uh) [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Okay, I’m booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it Got but a house note in my pocket I’m on South Beach with that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something outta that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My Chevy sittin’ too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I’m all about the new Franklins Ain’t talkin’ Aretha Bitch my league too major I’m hip hop Derek Jeter And I’m still feeling my pockets Big bass and its knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket Nigga welcome back to my household “We The Best” be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the Dinero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy Party cause it’s the… [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24′s on my Beemer You never know when I slide up 19 in my Nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D King Of Diamonds that’s me nigga No you bitches can’t get my beat Choppers only thing free niggas Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted 1 mill This morning 150 Pussy niggas can’t count me out Don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah V12 jetted, jet blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it’s different yay Yeah that’s candy paint, on my 7 Tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] Uh, same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what we gon’ do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard [Ace Hood] Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Yeah, okay, now black card in my pocket Riding round in that ‘Gatti Pistol off my boxers I ain’t got time to be boxing Got a red bone, she look tropic If she fuck me right then she shopping Young Money we poppin’ I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins See that V-neck, that’s Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, Pollo Nigga LIV on Sundays King of Diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with a back yard Fish tank with sharks in it Real nigga, I’m authentic I’ll fuck the bitches ’till she short winded Got a bad bitch who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train Free my nigga T.I. Soo woo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5 You pussy niggas, you feline Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, I’m with Mack, Fucus and Marley Cause its… [Bridge - Lil Wayne] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes They want that Carter IV, bitch it’s coming soon [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard