Cory Lyons - Rick Ross lyrics

{Intro:Cory Lyons} Take it back to the days when i wouldn't even get the time of day Now you hitting my phone asking for a time and place Its ironic just how it work when they see paper flowing in I'm seeing things up in my future sorry baby you ain't in {Chorus: Cameron Lyons} Pockets fat, Rick Ross Pockets fat, Rick Ross Pockets fat, Rick Ross Pockets fat, Rick Ross I was born to make it happen Born to make it rain Born to get this money and I'm born to get this fame I ain't never been no punk i ain't never been no lame Throw your hands in the air if you people feel the same {Verse 1: Cameron Lyons} I be P.A.R.T.Y.I.N.G I don't even know what the waitress sent me Drink it (Drink it) Drink it (Drink It) Drink it up until it's empty See me in the back of the back of the club V.I.P we drunk as f** No limousine we 15 deep 3 Escalade double XL seats we on (We on) You can tell by the way im leaning White girls all on my *woah woah* Black girls all on my *woah woah* Get like me you'll keep on dreaming Is you hating for a reason We can take it outside (we can take it outside) But I'mma keep on drinking We gon Chug (Chug chug chug) White folks chug, black folks chug Everybody get a shot in the air Drink it down Kicking back like a hackie sack I'm the man imagine that Pulling all these hoes like a rabbit out a hat Just a matter of the time and the bat is all bat Rap (rap rap rap) All i do is drink and rap Every time i get drunk It be 8 Ft I'm gon freaking snap (snap) Ice in the drink on cold Probably shouldn't drink no more But my out of town friends said their only here for the night So I'm getting gone {Chorus 2: Cameron Lyons} (Woop woop woop woop woop x26) {Verse:2 Cory Lyons) Take it back to the days when i wouldn't even get the time of day Now you hitting my phone asking for a time and place Its ironic just how it works when they see paper flowing in I'm seeing things up in my future sorry baby you ain't in Now go and lose control Have you seeing things you ain't never seen before Used to mop the floor But now i got people mopping my building That's how it goes I'm on a mission detonating in 4-3-2-1 I'm on (I'm on I'm on on) Now drop it low (Low) Gon and scrub the ground Broke your heel she don't care Keep it going bare Now reach the sky and go crazy like nobody cares Leave them trembling, goose bumps they everywhere Take you to another level I ain't never coming down cause I'm higher than a boeing stearman If you really want to protest bout me sh** go head but I'm lost in the wind man You can't tell me nothing, I'm on my grown man We tryna ball while you lames holding hands {Chorus 3: Cameron Lyons} Pockets fat Pockets fat, Rick ross Pockets fat, Rick ross Pockets fat, Pockets fat, Pockets fat, Rick Ross