Rick Ross Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Pull up to the club and I drop my top up 

All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss 

And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss 

MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I'm in Wingstop, I'm goin' crazy 

I'm in Wingstop and I feel like I'm Rozay 

I've been gettin' money every week and every day 

I be swagged up like my clique is MMG 

I got twenty pounds and it's in the backseat 

Try King Soulja, have you runnin' like track meet 

Money on deck, you know this is MMG 

I feel like Rozay when I'm in the VIP 

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Pull up to the club and I drop my top up 

All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss 

And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss 

MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

Yeah nigga money everywhere 

MMG shit, bottles up in the air 

We be throwin' money all up in the air 

We be shootin' pistols at you niggas, you shoot in the air 

I signed Meek Mill, I signed Omarion 

I feel like, I feel like, I feel like I'm the one 

I feel like Rozay and my hoes gay 

In my old-school, goin' 'bout three-thirty-eight 

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Pull up to the club and I drop my top up 

All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss 

And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss 

MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross 

I feel like I'm Rick Ross