Rick Ross - Mafia Music (Instrumental)

Lyrics

i got a feelin nigga really that my money be the root
look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof
even once had a job pourin tar up on a roof
that boy had it hard no facade its the truth
so now when i Menage and get massaged its the proof
proofs in the pudding & that bakin sodas takin..
paper that im makin got her takin photos naked
listenin to niggas like whistlin at wendy williams
i flip my middle finga im chillin on 20 million
the rumors turn me on im masterbatin at the top
these hoes so excited they catchin every drop
im dodgin the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
we cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
martin had a dream bob got high i still do both but somehow i got by

Creflo pray mike vick payed bobby brown stray whitney lost weight
kimbo slice on the pad when i write
that mayweather money lookin funny in the light
but who really cares we just throw it in the air
celebrating wealth pourin moet in her hair
excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
that boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big thangs lookin foolish
shawty sittin low big thangs poppin
tip on the glock from a crip up in compton shootin at the cops
fuck one time i gave her to the block
i fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga u lil trey
suppress ya appetite we takin ya lil tray
love my handgun but my choppa still the shit
banned in 1994 but im to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofin that shit be bad for ya skin
niggas was ruthless and lord knows that ive sinned but i thought about my future in the loops i could pin
walked out on a gig and i turned to the streets
kept my name low key i aint heard from in weeks
i came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
i did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
mothafuck em all they sweat from my balls
if i drop anotha album i did that for my dogs
10 maybachs everybody ridin big
i just sit back like look what i did
then i bow my head and beg for forgiveness
once i said my prayer everybody back to business

smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant people lookin from a distance think im big daddy kunk
reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
a farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
niggas aint loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughin at you cuz kill you niggas when im bored

we steppin on ya crew until you mothafuckas crush and makin sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills cant wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I aint askin for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
dont forget the gas can jealous stupid mothafucka
to another chapter paper that i captured caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
homicide is humor and nigga you lookin funny women love to stare cuz they know they see the money
i open up my mind by openenin bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
break up wont take it out baby dats a gift maybe you could live
i knew it wouldnt work but i just like to give used to run the street
young nigga bare feet now im in the suites and im eatin crab meats
ice so right other rappers envy they callin all my jewelers up askin what he spendin
thinkin bout BOSS not thinkin bout them heres a letter to my enemies one i wont send amen

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[TheRealWorldwide]

I ate at burger King, I ate at mcdonalds

The life of a hustler, fuck with me and you got a problem

because im the biggest boss that you seen thus far

too big to fit in a car, and my man boobs hang out, so i gotta wear a bra



[Italipino01]

why dont you people go and buy some recording equipment and record what you type instead

[MrAlangferguson]

Shitty

[12AX74Life]

Man, Rick Ross songs minus Rick Ross are great.

[CamelDem]

I got the taste of winning still swinging in my mouth

That champagne glistening im pissing up in they mouth

20 quid a glass shit fresh coming out

Even got some hundred quid a bottle shit for my spouse

Celebrating for my taking every night

Going skating, photo taking at the sight

Looking in the mirror, Standing like a pillar

Flipping accapella, I can rhyme whenever

I go out with stacks stacked up in my pockets

Girls keeping my face by theirs in they lockets

[PaeDaze]

Check out my page I got songs 

[codesamathecrusader]

in prison surrounded by dudes who look like muscle men,to them i look pencil thin,funny how a man can be the man at hustling but get lokd up the experience easily will humble him,once u sink ur sunk so no option left but 4 u 2 swim,twist ya shit til ya head begins 2 spin,tuff guys sense weakness so dont let em sniff a hint,dont act hard if u aint but also never drop ya chin,or u mite catch a lil deliberate axident be a victim bein brutally stabbid to bits

[THEEINCREDIBLE85]

CHECK IT YOU SOME BAD ACTOR ME IM FLASHY NO CAPA MY LIFE IS SADA SQUISH SQUISH SPLASH HER IM IN HER RAPTURE LEG RAP AROUND ME TOP NOTCH G MONEY FEDI CALI GREEN SMOKEY MAYBE WHAT YOU CALL ME I SMOKE CONTINOUSLY INFATUATED WITH PRADA G GUCCI ON SUNDAYS AT CHURCH MONDAYS CADILLAC FLIPPING SKIRTS EYES ON THE EARTH MOTHER EARTH GETS HURT SO I GIVE IT WHAT IT NEEDS MAJUANA SEEDS SO SHE CAN BREATH HUGH HUGH NO MORE POLLUTION JUST DISTRABUTION FORD FUSION CAUSING CONFUSION