Rick Ross - My Man lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man n***as wanna do me, they heard Im the man n***as selling work, thats for them benefits Early worm, Im talking shrimp and grits [Verse 1: Rick Ross] On the corner, drinking out a jug of lemonade Im not a rapper p**y n***a, Is a renegade I put the slider in the backseat of them rental plates We throwin money in the club like we the NBA I got some hos and them b**hes down to shoot a fade I got some Zos and them n***as movin two-a-day [Hook] Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man n***as wanna do me, they heard Im the man n***as selling work, thats for them benefits Early worm, Im talking shrimp and grits Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man n***as wanna do me, they heard Im the man n***as selling work, thats for them benefits Early worm, Im talking shrimp and grits [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Im switchin cars with my n***a, do that twice a day We livin large, knowing one day we may ride away My n***a started having seizures when he caught his case Then he caught his b**h cheatin, right on fathers day Its a dirty game and sometimes n***a wash your face Haters eatin all they got to see Bang Bang, where he lay at b**hes, where he stay It make no difference if you call them people right away Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man Tryin to show you how they do your head for twenty grand Youre throwin signs that where Im from that sh**s irrelevant For them presidents a b**h will get [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I say creepin through the block Im looking for my man He just came home, he did a dime, and he didnt take the stand on my n***a, give him fifty grand Fresh off the jet, straight to my hood, and put it in his hand, word up These n***as aint bout that life stones when I rock that ice Baking soda when I rock that white Im counting racks when that pie hit ice Got the low, I cant top that price But I bet they tell you that rock hit right No rap or hip hop tonight, just white boy and her rock tonight Rollie all my n***as rollin If I heard him telling, when I see him I expose him Richest n***a round here When they speak they say Im chosen Mac-11, fully loaded, knock a n***a out whoa! [Hook] [Verse 4: Rockie Fresh] Rockie in this b**h, thats some great news Yeah I made you a lot but I dont rock truce I give a b**h dope dick and some dope shoes She know if she f**in with the team, then she cant lose Double MG do it for the family Drivin through the Chi, top back like its Miami I need a billion dollars and about 9 Grammys And my flow heating up, I make these b**hes think they tanin Yeah I know the hustle, so, who you think you scammin And if a n***a would, then my team going campin Yeah we heat em up, then we burn aloud Got these n***as hatin, but I bet my momma proud f** em [Hook]