Blow

(Rick Ross (Dr. Dre))

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Jose, pass me some mo'

I got, mo' cars, (mo' cars,) mo' clothes, (mo' clothes)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles is mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lotta dough to blow

(1: Rick Ross)

Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set

A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context

Riding wit' 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 jars

Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh

Getting blessed on the chess, 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 in a realist state, and a realist state of mind

We came from trigga' 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 ya' mind

(Rick Ross (Dr. Dre))

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Jose, pass me some mo'

I got, mo' cars, (mo' cars,) mo' clothes, (mo' clothes)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles is mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lotta dough to blow

(2: Rick Ross)

Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich

Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' fish

Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands

Gats off fast in my other hand

On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand

All soft balls, all bases covered man

Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts

I see the vision, from club vision to Prive

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 wit' the boss

I pop a Jos bottle, you can kick ya shoes off

(Rick Ross (Dr. Dre))

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Jose, pass me some mo'

I got, mo' cars, (mo' cars,) mo' clothes, (mo' clothes)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles is mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lotta dough to blow

(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 ya' last chance (to hop up in that big car)

Wit' tha' Fat Man (certified Hood Star)

But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far)

This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move wit'

Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit

Ha, they say life's a bitch

But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

(Rick Ross (Dr. Dre))

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Jose, pass me some mo'

I got, mo' cars, (mo' cars,) mo' clothes, (mo' clothes)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles is mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lotta dough to blow

(Rick Ross (Dr. Dre))

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Jose, pass me some mo'

I got, mo' cars, (mo' cars,) mo' clothes, (mo' clothes)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles is mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lotta dough to blow