Rick Ross - Fresh Prince Of Belaire lyrics

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Rick Ross - Fresh Prince Of Belaire lyrics

Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich (pray to God) Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral Dirty n***as with clean money, this s**t is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral (uh) Dirty n***as with clean money, this s**t is beautiful Fresh Prince of BelAire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare. Did a deal with Puma, but Nike, I keep a hundred pair Stop goin’ to Silver Spring, found out I was wanted there They gon’ bring us so many bottles, the club gonna stare (watch) Thinkin’ you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here (dub) Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but Carlton ain’t my cousin We spark it out in public, too much Luxe got me stumblin’ Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin’ This ain’t your average life, they get excited when I come in On top now, started just underground like Tubman (Harriet) Thought you was the son, but you wasn’t since yo’ daddy left House full of Belair, kick ’em out like they Jazzy Jeff. Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral (my bad) Dirty n***as with clean money, this s**t is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral (uh) Dirty n***as with clean money, this s**t is beautiful Fresh Prince of BelAire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare. Maybach Music Your b***h still on my d**k but delete the DM (boss) The Lamborghini’s in the street and she know that it’s him (woo) My vodka rum matchin’ the beats and it cost me two M’s (huh) These other n***as rappin’ rich when we know you pretend (ahh) I’m always runnin’ late but the money in crates (ahh) Black bottle and two M and a wonderful date (hahaha) 305, MIA, oh, a wonderful place Bought a Checkers to feed my b**hes them fries with a shake (rich n***a) Got her rubbin’ on my chest like Justin Timberlake (tell em) My Belair ‘cross the table all the dinner dates (dreams) Brett Berish on the phone, he billin’ every day (Brett) She know Rozay rockin’ ice, now let it marinate. Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral (my bad) Dirty n***as with clean money, this s**t is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral (uh) Dirty n***as with clean money, this s**t is beautiful Fresh Prince of BelAire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stareee.