Rick Ross ft. Dre - Blow Lyrics

Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta' context
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest
(Ross) stranded on death row
Makaveli's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

More trips (more trips), more whips (more whips)
More money (more money), I'm more rich (more rich)
More haters (more haters), more clips (more clips)
More jewels (more jewels), more shit (more shit)
Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands (rubber bands)
Gats all flashed in my other hand (other hand)
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand (underhand)
All softballs, all bases covered man (man)
More trucks (more trucks), more bucks (more bucks)
More freaks (more freaks), more butts (more butts)
I see the vision, from Club Vision to Privé (Privé)
I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states (yeah)
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat and cut 'em off on them 24s
There he goes, baby girl come talk with the boss
I pop a rose bottles, you can kick your shoes off

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
Mill ticket for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac-Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This your last chance, to hop up in that big car
With the Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he a millionaire, look bitch I'm goin' far
This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna move with
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow