Rick Ross - Elvis Presley BLVD (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Hood Billionaire, uh, yeah (Ay, Rosay, where you at?) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Second album of the year, I'm on my trap sh** Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat b**h (uh-uh) Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint Grandaddy was a player, Uncle Sam a pimp (HUH) All I wanna see is my dawgs get a shot at this Lookin at my j**els, them p**y n***as shot and missed Chop the top off my new car, ain't no fear in my heart 80 shots in this new chopper, 69 ya broad LeBron went back to Cleveland, I should buy a crib But this spot ain't big enough for how this fat boy live Lemon pepper now Louisiana rub I let my top down, p**y n***as throw it up 305, them boys'll tell you bout some food That's why I f**ed yo b**h at Holyfield pool f**ed her like a man, should've heard the splash Paperview my pimpin', n***as COD my cash Blowin' Swisher sweets all in yo b**h's a** I should claim these p**y n***as on my income tax 50 racks go to Black at the roulette table Same ones slept on the floor with me with basic cable Sideways I'm in the Wraith coming out hard As I slide down Elvis Presley BLVD Time to say a prayer so n***a bow your head And you better wash your hands in my grace land [Hook 1: Rick Ross] I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them p**y crackers they can bring the dogs [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Boy I used to blow that dope boy sack at Southland Mall Old school Chevy, Elvis Presley BLVD Big bag, prescription pills, we call 'em ba** guitars Got bricks, that Lisa Presley, get it soft or hard Rose gold Rosé and the Rollie pink Hoes in the ship, you know it's bound to sink Never brung to prison, it had a boss think If you a f** n***a, we'll never link I'm in bid'ness with hittas and k**as My n***as gorillas who ball like the Grizzlies Rest of these n***as be refugee n***as And referee n***as who blow on the whistle Come to my city, I'm like AC, Wharton, n***a, yeah I'm the mayor In an old school 'Lac like Issac Hayes, in Preface sippin' Bel-Air b**h I'm in the hood [Hook 2: Rick Ross] I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft n***a and the hard You can tell them crackers they could go and get the dogs [Verse 3: MJG] I'm riding down E-L-V-I-S P-R-E-S-L-E-Y Shades on my face, you can tell he high Three white b**hes, gettin head like a whale Three black b**hes with a tail like a whale One fat b**h, when I f**ed her off of the side of the bed She fell like a whale Straight through the floor, down to the den Drum through the hoes, start pounding again Look at me now, I'm pounding again She so wet, I'm drowning again Pimp type, MJG, tell them crackers go get the dogs And when dogs don't find nothing You can tell them crackers go kiss them balls Kiss them balls? Yeah, treat 'em as if was a mistletoe A pimp riding down Elvis Presley, n***a, get yo ho You know she was reckless, I'm ballin, I'm a sight to see She was just choking on that boy and she yo wife to be [Hook 2] [Verse 4: Project Pat] Robbery, on the routine, face and chopper on yo faces Masked up just like Ku Klux Klan but we are not racist A pistol and a scale'll get a n***a a** in Key of hard, if you get caught, put in federal pins(*locked down*) Moving bricks like a contractor, a pebble at a time Broke down a quarter chicken, hard and moved it dime for dime Memph-ghanistan, take from the rich and sell dope to the poor If our pockets ever get low, we kick in yo door I got no patience with these plugs, I have to pull the socket Damn my boy caught a case and his mouth shot off like a rocket If you s**as get caught in jammies and tell on ya mammies If they gave awards out for snitchin', y'all'll get a Grammy [Hook 2] [Verse 5: Juicy J] Pull up on the boulevard, hop out on them n***as slow I don't f** with y'all, but I know I probably f**ed yo ho Police on the boulevard, hop out on them n***as slow Shoot it out in the morning, d**h around the corner Ain't dyin' in a prison ho I'm the mayor of the city, you can't stand the reign Like Timbaland and Missy, get the f** out of Memphis We heavy-hitters, dope dealers, stone-cold k**ers Hustle, get money n***as, mob n***as, call a hit, we rob n***as Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD My trunk full of AR's wit a bunch of ratchet b**hes That'll f** yo chick, beat a rape charge n***a this Memphis, choppers in yo mouth like a dentist Watch out here with you f**in with And watch out that snake b**h s**ing dick I'mma legend in this streets, high as f**, Al Green Sitting sideways, gone off that Isaac Hayes Ric Flair, white hair, metric tons frying in grease I'm all in the kitchen, chicken four-piece [Hook 2] [Verse 6: Young Dolph] Hold up, put that weed out, po-pos pullin us over Black a** n***a in a new drop with a new Rollie I'm drive this b**h like its stolen I f**ed yo b**h for promotion And sent her out to go pick up some work from Oakland Uh, yeah I'm doing 180 down Elvis Presley BLVD Got a trap house 'round the corner from Elvis Presley crib My motor in the rear, Margiela sneakers shiftin' gears Blunt of cookie behind my ear My b**h calling back-to-back talkin' 'bout "where you at?" [Hook 2] + [Hook 1]