Rick Ross - Blow lyrics

[Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre)):] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jos©, pa** me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes more money means more dough to blow (blow) more money means more dough to blow (blow) more money means more dough for blow [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A n***a with a attitude, take it outta context Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest Ross, stranded on the d**h row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the jet, 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 into Real Estate, and the realest state of mind We came from trigger play, k** a n***a for a dime I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind [Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre))] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich More haters, more clips, more j**els, more Chris Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more bu*ts I see the vision, from club vision to preface 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 with the boss I pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick your shoes off [Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre))] [Verse 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 your last chance (to hop up in that big car) with the Fat Man (certified Hood Star) But he a millionaire (look b**h I'm going far) This the movement, a few n***as you wanna move with Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new sh** Ha, they say life's a b**h But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross [Chorus (Rick Ross (Dre)) x2]