Heavyweight Lyrics - Hood Billionaire - Rick Ross

Look at nigga Rozay, look at him 

Out there with that CrossFit shit 

Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out and shit 

Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga 

Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga 

This nigga think he the champ 

Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him 

Ya dig? 

I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key 

I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street 

Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King 

Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding 

Nigga, ding ding 

Nigga, ding ding 

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding 

Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding 

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License been suspended, ridin' with the yay 

I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay 

Smokin', bottle poppin', Belaire Rose 

And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say 

Michelangelo of this trap game 

Traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing 

We mix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six 

Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip 

Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches 

I don't get my dick sucked, unless it's two bitches 

My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight 

I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day 

I'm parkin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street 

Twelve all in my ass, they locked my [?] last week 

These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin' 

Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin' 

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I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key 

I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street 

Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King 

Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding 

Nigga, ding ding 

Nigga, ding ding 

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding 

Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding 

Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle 

Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle 

I'm the Thrilla in Manila, Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla 

My cousin certified killer 

When he died, I know I cried a river 

You come and go, that came down from the Lord 

Every night I hit Rose case like a fuckin' voice 

Hallelujah, momma screamin' "Hallelujah" 

Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter 

For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain 

In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing 

Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team 

'88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth 

Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams 

I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key 

I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street 

Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King 

Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding 

Nigga, ding ding 

Nigga, ding ding 

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding 

Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding