Rick Ross - Movin' ba** - gta remix lyrics

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Rick Ross - Movin' ba** - gta remix lyrics

[Intro] Ross is a real boss, cause real bosses don't go to jail Feel what I'm saying? So that's what I want y'all to know, you know what I mean? As far as like his thinking patterns you know what I mean? You know I admire y'all The way y'all think you know what I'm saying? And I also admire that I was apart of that foundation from day one You know y'all was the good homies Y'all took the baton and ran with it The thing is that I was working towards was The empire is what I was working towards And y'all took the baton and ran with it so its nothing but love man Anything y'all need me to do from behind these walls, I'mma do it You know what I'm saying, without no question [Verse 1: Rick Ross] The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy It's the fat boy, skinny ties Don't empty mine n***a Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic Gettin' long money, short winded Let's go and get it n***a Bang bang, b**h n***as caught drinkin' chase Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves Twenty chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base Gave a job to the children you scared to raise Chain swangin', name rangin' Shots fired, same n***a We movin' weight I'm at a different pace I'm out in Haïti with my lady screamin' "n'ap boule" I'm hard to k**, Dade county, Versace Neil Fourteen for that tattoo worth that dollar bill Only one man got the combination to the safe Grammy nominated once, but I'm still moving base [Hook: Jay Z] See them plaques on a n***a wall We still movin' ba** Got them records jumpin' off the store We still movin' ba** Copper tried to knock us off We still movin' ba** Haters throwin' shots through a n***as door And we still movin' ba** [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Fallin' from the sky, the money bad the bigger Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet New b**hes they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week Taz Angels just wanna chill, j**elers just wanna meet Weed man expensive, three trips a week Misses just wanna freak, feds stay up the street Know they tailin' us close so we leak what we wanna leak New mob, suit sharp, my suit Farrahkhan In the house of the lord, my n***as bearin' arms His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for I'm movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low Put the pistol to your mouth now show me to the safe Grammy nominated once, but I'm still movin' ba** [Hook: Jay Z] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] You see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot See me cousin off to college, I see that it costs a lot Tallons fillin' the jammy, Miami still in my heart n***as playin' the corner, guess their playin' their part Early coppin' the coupes, ladies stay on our feet Your brother went to duplex Smell the dope from across the street Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you sweet Arabs sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap Schoolin' the little n***as, kilos all in the campus A pa**port is necessary visa with all the rubbers I beef with all of the red cappers Head to the shop for some tobacco (blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!) BR-80 just a plus don't mention the dust R-O-C double M k** anything we touch [Hook: Jay Z]