Píseň: "Blow"

Interpret:
Rick Ross
Album:
"Port Of Miami"
[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre)):]
 Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
 Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some more
 I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
 more money means more dough to blow (blow)
 more money means more dough to blow (blow)
 more money means more dough for blow


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
 Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
 A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context
 Riding with 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 jar
 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 into Real Estate, and the realest state of mind
 We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime
 I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind
 Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind


[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre))]


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
 More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
 More haters, more clips, more jewels, more 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 balls, all bases covered man
 More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts
 I see the vision, from club vision to preface
 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 with the boss
 I pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick your shoes off


[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre))]


[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 dick hard)
 This your last chance (to hop up in that big car)
 with the Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
 But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far)
 This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with
 Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
 Ha, they say life's a bitch
 But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross


[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre)) x2]