Rick ross

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

I sincerely, I sincerely pray you n— richer I sincerely pray you n— richer Wake up another day as I begin it with a prayer Pistol on the chair, Ookay, begin with my affairs See me in the city, boy, you're livin' on a ledge Feed me to the demons or just leave me to the feds I just bought a couple Checkers 'cause it's like a game of Chess Beefin' on the records but I pray them n— blessed Feedin' all my —, and I love to see your dress I wanna f— 'em all, so forgive me, I'm obsessed So I'ma ball with my dawgs, standin' tall in the arena LeBron on the call, it ain't no problem if I need him Garage full of cars, swear to God a n— eatin' Do it all with the boss, so the mob get a breather I pray I never kill another man (another man) Thankful that I'm richer than I've been I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my n— get that same chance Double up the money, now I'm loading up the jets Flying over Paris, and we smoking on the west Face card clean, that's today and 'til the death Life is just a lease, I only own my respect I see you getting money, now you beefin' with your brother Evil motherf—, wanna leave him in a puddle Filled full of greed, wouldn't even feed his mother Quarter million in this Chevy, got a new one every summer Pussy start droppin' as we run the numbers up We kill 20 n— if you murder one of us Can a n— live, but the money is a must I done see better deals in the field dealin' dust Kilos run concurrent, I could leave 'em on the corner Whack him in the Chevy then pull back up in the foreign Stack your money tall then get back up in the mornin' 'Til your back against the wall And you shackled in New Orleans, n— I pray I never kill another man Thankful that I'm richer than I've been I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my n— get that same chance Double up the money, now I'm loading up the jets Flying over Paris, and we smoking on the west Face card clean, that's today and 'til the death Life is just a lease, I only own my respect Droppin' all the charges, know the prosecutors jealous Got 200 cars, guess it might just be a fetish Other rappers broke, and their excuse is living careless Got 100 houses, tryna buy my way to heaven Except that I'm sinner, but that might just be a plus Everybody 100, but how many can you trust? Y'all was sippin' lean, I had to move them to the 'tuss B.I.G. my idol, now I'm makin' moves with Puff — On my plane, I got new models every week Santorini Greece, fat boy was jogging on a beach Coming from the lowest, now I'm labeled as a poet Put it in my prayers, then recite it in my chorus I pray I never kill another man (kill another man) Thankful that I'm richer than I've been (richer) I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my n— get that same chance Double up the money, now I'm loading up the jets Flying over Paris, and we smoking on the west Face card clean, that's today and 'til the death Life is just a lease, I only own my respect

Biggest in the Game Biggest at the dinner Rozay and Carnage Fat boys in the building Fat boys at the Back Bounce in the buckles Belly's a bubble But the way I'ma fuck you She gon' tell me I love you These niggas keep testing Just a new hole in the desert I'm texting my reverend Please recite Psalms twenty-seven If you seen how I'm living You would think I was a villain Got my niggas deported guilty for making a killing Keep your hands off the cage boy I'm the one to put you on the front page boy Don't see none of these niggas Rozay's repertoire Professions of a hustler I pray I see tomorrow Duffle bags heavy got me on this Ross fit Never catch me slipping cause I keep my marksmen

Maybach Music! There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe And I'm still whipping up a kilo There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in It's P-I Double "L" Professional Shit Kicka Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa Pies flyin out Them zips they grew wings Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking Ground basing jumping over cars they Blake Griffin Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight lifting See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip I can show you how crack flip While I'm loading that Mac clip Catch em loading that mack truck I'll unload til his back drip All I know is I'm stacked up And when I'm back them packs in There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in One Hundred in I'm on my Gucci shit Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich Maserati, boy I got two of them Same color boy I just got two of them 10 Chains see I'm one nigmae nigga I'm a whip it just to spend it nigga Blew a mill ticket One night at King Of Diamonds Me and Puff Daddy Bitch I'm the king of Diamonds Small Change that's what we call that A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat I'm on the mound, I got a pound My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in This that namco yay Pacman what we selling Got these J's chasing rocks Like they chasing power pellets Met this lady named Eselis Say she nag for some terrace But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly And these niggas dancing in these mask don't want stage credit Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready OKAY Then And quit flexing like the soda sack Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks Pink city representa thought I told you that There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in Maybach Music!

I just left the New United States, embassy Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry That's what the stencil's for I'ma tell you never be with them Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby Yo Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride 300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside False floors for firearms is how you should ride Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived My deal with Def Jam just set me for life Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Tell me it's real Tell me this is real, baby How does it feel? How does it feel? Geechi Liberace on riches and bitch Charm city boys get a whole city of brick Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Island Panamera with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper Made a killing on my [?] every shooter My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em Letting young boys *brrrrat* on 'em Facts, never find me with the fake look Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel? Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as shit They partitioning for the women, how busy we get From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home He never told and he never used the telephone He on swole and that nigga need a telephone In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him You wanna know how does it feel I know, I bet it must feel so real Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel to be so real= You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag You underdig that

I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you Niggas it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled Got a cute bitch with me; favor come on, for real Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive Witness bitch niggas pale, Japar [?] just got twenty-five At this point in my life, I'm just trying to survive Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine Makaveli returns - it's God forgives, and I don't Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than Trump I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Young nigga, 19, four, five bricks Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate Trying to keep my head above water, nigga We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat And I ride for my niggas Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches Panoramas, abortions, marijuana imported Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it Product is in demand, profit not far behind Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time Babies be having babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind Niggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying Affiliated with wealth, associated with death Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walking the streets Blackberry boss - one call, ya put to sleep I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate The Lord is my light and my salvation But I see none of you fuck niggas Fuck what you heard, nigga I need to feel it I need to smell it I need to see it