Rick Ross - Hold On We're Going Home (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Shorty I got more money than I ever had But you're the only thing I need right now You make it all so simple You my new thing [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I f** her like an addict She f** me like she mad at me But it's all cool though I flew out the niche just last week When I'm away she send me pics in the sheets [?] all my cars, and my sneaks Wait, let me keep this sh** simple f** the radio, this just a n***a tempo Fat boy, blue jeans, and a gold watch Started at the bottom now she rolled on top Black Testarossa, 0-60 on the strip, she's explosive Just got back from Dubai Emirates live, flew in with 1.5 Never fold is the threshold Like my mother sayin', now never let go Hood n***a with an escroe Bad b**h, but she special Went home, and I prayed for an angel Appeared in the dark, here to take away the pain too War wounds on the big dawg But she get the ball like it's tip off Watch D-Wade, got two seats Got her everything but the new Beats Cardier wings, n***a, two seats n***a gettin' money like a new Meech We the Knights of the Templar Dirty little n***a with ten cars This whole click another Enron Baby girl it's time for you to get gone There's a shoulder just to lean on Rozay baby, and the team strong