Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

Hood Billionaire Lyrics - Hood Billionaire - Rick Ross

Justice League 

Trilla! Ross, yeah 

Trilla! Feels good baby 

Boss I done took over the game nigga 

Hoppin' out the Bugatti with my Ballys on, no underwear nigga 

My jeans tight fitting too nigga 

Jay-Z whattup nigga! 

Uh yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now 

 

Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap) 

Leave me in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks) 

They jealous of the fortune 

Glitz and the fame, a cocaine mortgage 

In the game like Tony Parker 

Snow white Range, let my partner park it 

I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem 

Homie I put that on my only momma (MOMMA!) 

Still rollin' with the fo'-fifth 

Now that I'm rich got these broke niggas so sick (ughhhh) 

And my daughter college pre-paid 

She straight, say thanks to the D game 

In the Phantom on that 2Pac 

Ridin' Thru The Ghetto like I'm lookin for a new spot 

I'm not; But I'm well established 

I fuck with heroin because it sells the fastest 

 

Related 

 

Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis? 

 

LATEST SONG: Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - 'Pullin' - LYRICS 

 

NEW SONG: Machine Gun Kelly - 'Candy' Lyrics feat. Trippie Redd 

 

I'mma rider 'bout mine, and I wouldn't tell a lie 

Take it out of town, go and get my money right 

And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

 

Ughhh, boss, a bitch try and stick me 

Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me (naw) 

I only fuck with the O.G.'s 

The ones that won't turn you in to the police (police) 

On the run I threw a nigga fo' keys 

ID's, passports it was so sweet (they lookin at me!) 

Front yard still a car show 

Bugatti, the Gotti of Morocco 

I won't let the roof up 

Kingdom come, Prince of Zamundah 

To be loved, to be loved! 

Oh what a feeling for me to be loved! 

Haters want to murder me and I can smell a hit 

So it's music to my ears every time I fill a clip 

I'm a card shark up in the Hard Rock 

Twenty grand a hand, favorite jam in the iPod 

 

Photos 

 

I'mma rider 'bout mine, and I wouldn't tell a lie 

Take it out of town, go and get my money right 

And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

 

Boss... hid a hundred grand in a day bed 

Whip that white girl just like K-Fed 

Got me a white girl, I fuck 'til her face red 

Yeah her food tastes bad, but she give me great head 

Please let me say that I really love her credit 

Send her to dealership and she-can she-can get that 

My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects 

I ride with the AR, in case a nigga start shit 

 

I'mma rider 'bout mine, and I wouldn't tell a lie 

Take it out of town, go and get my money right 

And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care 

I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire 

 

Triple C, we unstoppable 

Told y'all niggas in '95 I was worth ten million 

Now it's '08 and I got ten in the bank nigga 

What else y'all got for me nigga; I wanna see it! 

I need yours too homie 

Y'all niggas gettin washed up, ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout 

Y'all need to let a nigga slide through like that there real proper like 

Tryin to make some moves man 

See I got on my Tom Ford shades nigga I got a new outlook on life y'know 

Ever since I got my W-2 back you feel me 

I got plans for you niggas man 

Murder is not a problem 

I'm the boss, still comin 183rd nigga 

Hit me up on the 3-0-5 or the 7-8-6 

It's all the same gang, posted up in front of Popeye's in the Maybach, nigga 

You done seen me nigga 

Triple C's nigga, I'm the BOSS! 

Church... 

Writer:

Copyright: Song Discussions Is Protected By U.s. Patent 9401941. Other Patents Pending.